She introduced herself, and he said that his name was Craig. In the course of discussion, she found out that he was a pharmaceutical salesman and ofte... would be out-of-town. She asked if his wife worked, and he indicated that she was between jobs, as she had to quit to care for her mom that lived in Texas. As airfare costs between North Carolina and Texas were substantial, they had not been meeting often, and she probably wouldn't be back permanently for several more months until her mom. We’ll go up there to view the bedrooms later. First I want to show you the ground floor traffic flow. Follow me through the dining room. These sliding oak doors tuck away into the walls so you can combine the dining and living rooms to host a large dinner party. Off the living room, we have a professional grade kitchen. Then the servant’s stairway and finally walking through the parlor brings us back to that wonderful foyer. So,’ she asked, inhaling deeply and looking at Patrick, ‘shall I take. Very wrong. She tossed her travel bags on the bed and then sat down on the end, directly facing the closet. Trapped, I thought. And if she found me, her birthday surprise which I was trying to hide for her so she would discover it when she returned from her trip would be ruined. I knew she couldn’t see me through the small crack between the doors (I hadn’t managed to close them all the way before it was too late). But I had a good view of her. I guess I think she’s pretty hot. So what can I. I tried again. “Look, look!” I got down on all fours. “I mean it. Do it and stay. Or leave anyway.” I looked up and saw she was watching. “Or stay.” She slowly shook her head at me, turned away, and then looked back at me again. “You’re serious?” “Sure. Yes! I meant yes.” I couldn’t read her. She sure as hell didn’t smile but she didn’t scowl either. “Get out, I’m busy,” she finally said. I closed the door behind me and paced in front of it. I raised my fist to punch the wall but I didn’t. I.