Robert walked up on stage holding the microphone and walked to the first woman on the right, the camera man right behind him."Contestant number one, y...ur name is?" Robert asked."Mrs Gayla Hill from Shady Grove" she replied."Your age and occupation is... ?" prodded the host."I am forty-three and a homemaker" Mrs Hill replied."I see that you paid your own way today" smiled Robert."Yes, I am proud to say" replied Mrs Hill as she turned slightly to show off her blue handcuffs to the audience and. At the house party, I drank more than I needed what with pain killers and all. Started chatting up a knockout little girl while sittin' on the sofa. As the party shrank down, I was having a really unexpected success with this woman (she was wayyyy out of my league, and I knew it ... figured well, hell, the sun even shines on a dog's ass once in a while, so might as well go with it!) We'd been getting progressively more touchy feely as the drinks kicked in and before lone I was necking with this. I smiled and said, "Sure." I turned to Fay and said, "Be rightback." Time to swallow my male pride and actually dance with a guy. Well- I have danced with guys before - really good friends in a jokingfashion. At my college roommate's wedding, I purposely paid money duringthe "dollar dance" to dance with him. We ham'ed it up. We got some goodlaughs from other wedding guests. But that was different from this. Iknew and lived with my former roommate. This was a stranger. His attiresuggests he. The clock radio beeped angrily before I was ready to wake up. I immediately regretted not wrapping my hair. Six hours of slumber without a headscarf had generated a briar patch of tangles.Jesper offered to brush them out. He was notably adept with my styling implements.As he carefully unsnarled my tresses, I dialed room service for pancakes and eggs.He stayed for as long as he possibly could, savoring every bite of brunch before he had to return to his hotel to pack his luggage.He was leaving.