We should get together. We should go out and have a drink…you know dinner,” he told her. “We should,” she said. “Uhhh, got plans tonight? Ma...be tonight is a bad night,” she said. He said no. She asked where he’d like to meet her. He told her. She said great and would go home to change. Once she did she almost put on a pair of her new bare back panties she’d just bought but at the last minute decided not to. Still she smiled at the idea she may have worn them just because of him even if he is a. A rotak was five dollars here. Back home, the equivalent value would buy about twenty times that or it would have the value of a hundred bucks. Gazza determined that he would be paying the equivalent of ten dollars a kilo. He was more than happy to pay the local price. “How many bags in a crate and how many crates do you have to sell?” he asked.“Four to a crate and I have five crates that I can sell,” the Captain replied.“So a Quaz for the lot?” Gazza asked.“Yes,” the Captain agreed.“Sold,”. I guess I forgot, well when are you coming back?"She just wanted him to leave for work, to get out of her face but she didn't want him to be angry and raise his blood pressure so she kept up a positive banter. "Well honey, I'm leaving this afternoon and will be staying at the Seattle Marriott for two nights then I'll be home on Friday afternoon. My flight schedule and reservations are under the magnet on the refrigerator. All-in-all I'll be home early enough on Friday that I can make dinner. Lord how we decided what we would do if we ever met... But I digress, in a chat we suddenly realised that a member of her family had an apartment just down the road from me. We were both silent as we took in the ramifications. Would it work? Could it work? Could we make it work? In the end we decided we would see what might happen. Planning would be everything - on both sides. I think that we both decided that it would be a once only thing, a one time meeting, affair, call it what you.