" The sound of his voice trailed off as he left the room. She stood in the center of the living room. For the first time she noticed the sultry jazz p...aying on stereo, the candles that had been placed around the room. "This was not a random act on his part", she thought.Her hands reached tentatively for the buttons of her sweater, knowing that as each one came undone, she was opening a door to the unknown.The sweater fell silently at her feet. After putting her things in the bedroom, she headed. Ihave fun knocking them off and I've gotten tons of accolades, nods, bowsand hand-claps. No money but from what I see it's a lot quickerrecognition than that pie-in-the-sky money that will probably neverarrive. And----Take that miserly studio deal then deduct WGA's $2000dollar per year cost, another 10% agent deduction, Managerial deductionsand then another whopping 33% IRS Tax bill and you see that if onewrites anything he pretty much comes out below-zero at the start!Pretty much isn't worth. You are a sexy mature gal, not a BBW and not slim. You are elegant, and have a great smile. I dreamt of you last night, only this time we were in a shopping mall, and had to take three escalators to get to the third level.We both got on at the first level and I was behind you and, being bold I put my hand under your skirt and rubbed your inner thigh You jumped, and I quickly stopped. You turned around to look at me look at me. Not a word came from your mouth. Once again I reached forward and. Quietly contemplating the next move.Not many minutes ticked by before you moved back to your desk. "Well,... ?" You were looking directly at me. What was expected of me? Well, what... ? I looked from one masculine face to the other and back again. I felt awkward, confused, lost. What? What was he expecting of me? Oh. I took a step forward and kneeled before you. I have to confess I did wonder as to my husband's reaction, but at that moment, I wasn't going to ask; nor to even look his way..