Umm ... trainer." Only your trainer?" Sofia asked with some fun in her voice.Sylvia smiled at her friend and said, "Well, also something else." And wh... is this lovely lady?" Ravid asked as if he didn't already know."This is my friend Sofia," Sylvia said and nudged him in his ribs for that 'lovely lady' remark, because Sylvia could see that it made Sofia blush a little.Sylvia took him by the hand and then pulled him towards the bed. She and Sofia went sitting on it again, Sofia still covered up. ’ I cut the flower and put it behind her ear. She watched me warily as I stood close to her, smelling her sweet scent as her magnificent breasts rose and fell quickly while I affixed the bloom. ‘Thank you,’ she almost whispered when we were finished. As she backed away nervously she muttered, ‘I’m alone, too…divorced for three years. I live with my mother on the other side of the hill.’ ‘In the big Bernard Maybeck house?’ I asked. I was a fan of Maybeck architecture. ‘That’s the one. My father. It was a better deal than I had hoped.The pumping stations would be built with the same equipment as the town already had; spare parts would be on hand in case of failures. I wanted no part of sewer repairs and keeping spare parts on hand.The second meeting group had been from Cville; they were sitting in the lobby when the Qtown group left.“Unless you change your sewage plans and the grant for the proposed site to the town of Cville, we are going to sue and tie your project up in court for. Biding his mind.Biding ... just biding.“Ok.”He kept watching her and let a half smile show. She might have been an expert at tossing grenades, but he would always know how to outwait her. He was sprawled across rumpled sheets, wearing dark boxer briefs with his head and shoulders propped halfway up on a wedge of pillows. He had a splayed open paperback in his hands called The Girl with Curious Hair.Since the blizzard, the house had felt cloaked in a shroud of unspoken awareness of the other’s.