They agreed to meet me at my apartment at six o'clock. Our meeting was very productive. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each other by sight, bu... they were never formally introduced. I explained to them that I enjoyed being with them both and hoped we could all be friends and continue to enjoy each other's company. I was banking on the fact that the single women at 'The Meadows' outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a moment, but their desire to fight off loneliness. * "There. The kitchen's finally done," Tracy sighed as they both collapsed onto the living room couch. "I never knew that dishes could get me so worked up!" she giggled. The sun had gone down hours ago, and we both were sweating from all the work. "I think we've done enough for now. Would you like something to drink?" It felt good to be the host to somebody in my own place!!"Whiskey and soda, if you have any," she said as she began to take her shoes off and relax. "So do you live alone?" I. ‘I don’t like to be stared at.’ ‘I apologize,’ he said quietly. ‘I’ll leave you to your breakfast.’ ‘Thank you,’ she said with a leveled look, and her gaze followed him as he left the counter and returned to his table and his group before she quietly ignored Mac’s curious scrutiny and resumed her breakfast. **** Royce was just about to take his seat at the table when the door opened. A rough looking, unshaven man entered, and he looked so scruffy it was as if he hadn’t seen a shower in. Again I found myself studying Tucker over. He was incredibly fit and his body appeared to have those chiseled out of stone features that the guys on military recruiting posters have. He even had a somewhat military style haircut but not real short. The slight graying gave him a very distinguished appearance. All summed up…….a very handsome man. When Sunday afternoon rolled around Tom and Tucker headed off to the golf course again and by 5:00 PM I had Tucker’s dinner ready for him. While on.