I thought of the candles burning in the bedroom. He smiled at me again. We poured another drink.I threw the empty bottle in the sink and sat back down...on his lap. A single breast flopped out of my robe. I made no effort to fix it. "Well, I'm out," I said."I see that," he said and let one of his big hands fall onto my exposed breast."I meant of alcohol," I said.He kissed me. Lightly on the cheek. It wasn't sexual at all. If anything, it was romantic--and there's a difference. I should have. I finally composed myself and apologized for breaking up."Mrs. Hanson, is there anything stopping you from going to dinner with me this evening? It is Friday and I usually eat out. You sound like you want to share your story with me. The office isn't the place for it." There is nothing stopping me, but are you sure you can put up with me breaking down again?" I think I will take the chance."I put on my best dress, which I found to be at James's choice of restaurant, barely acceptable. James was. ” “Okay, let’s set it aside. It’s gonna be one of our final picks,” Peter said. “Hey…how many of these can we have on the paper?” William asked excitedly. “If we’re lucky, one.” “What? Why just one?!” William asked, crestfallen. “That’s how publication goes. Since we’re a quarterly gig, articles need to be filtered according to relevance and importance. The newsletter is published more often than the quarterly issues, but it’s shorter so the articles we put in must only be the most important.. They want to see some growth.”I couldn’t help muttering tiredly, “I know, I know. But hadn’t we all decided that we would only allow the ones with the most potential to enter?”He nodded at that. “We did, yes, and I am not saying that we should change that train of thought. All I am saying is that we have already scouted a few promising recruits. Maybe, it is time to make them true members. How about that Moth guy? He looked particularly strong to me, for his experience, that is.”I grew puzzled.