May I speak to Sharon, please?" What about?" It is a personal question, however if she has trouble speaking, would you stand by to relay her answer?"T...ere was silence for a period of time. "Just a minute."It was three minutes before, "I'm handing the phone to her." Hi Sharon, this is Tim, we danced last night. I enjoyed it very much. So much, I would like to ask you for a date this Friday for dinner and afterwards a dance place that Pam and I go to sometimes. Would you be so kind as to go with. .. well...Rachel was in the middle of the barely lid underpass and could already make out the entrance to the subway station at the end of the park. She smiled, still thinking about her boss. Well, in about an hour she would get in bed.Joe reached the underpass, and was still wrapped in black shadows that made him invisible to anyone close by. However, he could see a girl, coming towards him. A beautiful girl dressed in black ... a short skirt. Long, black and curly hair ... slim in built. Joe. "When the drinks had been served, the maid reappeared passing trays of hors d'oeuvres. Looking at them, Barbara realized they were the most perfect things in both appearance and taste she'd ever encountered. "Where did these come from?" she asked, thinking that they must have come from some gourmet catering organization."The kitchen," the maid replied with a smile. "Mrs. Collins made them this afternoon. They're truly scrumptious, aren't they?" Then lowering her voice so that only Barbara could. I was 5'8" tall, Steve just an inch taller, maybe, but you wouldn't know unless we stood back to back barefoot. The same full lips, high cheekbones and pointy chins. I had a mole, a little beauty mark on my upper lip. Steve had a little white scar above his left eye, but it just made him look better when you were close enough to notice.He'd grown up to be an athletic sort of guy too, not muscle bound buff or anything, but solid, very comfortably solid in his build. And confident? God, Steve.