‘Hello, Martha Cicerone speaking.’ ‘Martha, it’s Allan Smith. I’m bored. I am in dire need of some PR. Could we meet for lunch? Please, pret...y please!’ She let out a heartfelt laugh. ‘Yeah, why not! Where would you like to go?’ ‘Well, there’s a little Thai place not too far from where I work. It’s simple, fast and, most importantly, tasty,’ I said remembering a restaurant she goes at least once a week at lunch. ‘Oh the Taste of Siam. I know it. It’s a date. See you there shortly after 12.’ A. ’ Next to a long rack of dumbbells, various tall, sleeveless men curled weights and watched themselves in the mirrors. Cassie noted that the mirror was her best friend at the gym. ‘Always check your form,’ she advised. Reema wondered if Cassie, although nice to a fault, was also vain enough to consider the mirror her best friend outside of the gym, too. Cassie briefly introduced a few stationary machines, which Reema seemed befuddled by. Shaking her head and smiling, Cassie told her a little. "Hey, Tanya how are you? I'm doing okay mark can I come in? Yes, you can. Thank you, sweetie," she walks in the house with mark and they both sat down. "Marcus I can't help how I feel I'm really attracted to you. I know you are Tanya. I'm feeling the same way. Regardless of how you feel about me, you're still a married woman. I know but I don't care about him. He can't make me feel good he barely talks to me and he's always working. Sometimes it gets lonely you know? And then you came alone as. . whatever that is you ate,there is no reason to berate you."She arched a brow, looking from me to the bowl and back. "It's FrostedFlakes."I looked at the bowl again. True, there were sugar-coated, flake-shapedbits in the milk, but they were chocolate rather than bran. They alsoshared the container with what seemed to be tiny cocoa marshmallows."That is so not Frosted Flakes," I said, shaking my head. "Frosted Flakesare not chocolate."Katie laughed, shaking her head. "They are in this world..