"I wasn't sure if I wanted those answers but I had to have them.It felt like we were walking into my off-campus apartment in Gainesville that first ti...e nearly 40 years before. I held the door open and let her walk in ahead of me. She looked over the one bedroom third floor condo - the combination kitchen/dining room, bathroom with a sunken bath and terraced balcony.She just looked at me and I couldn't help saying, "Not exactly our happy home, is it? But it's all I need now."She reached out to. " A lecher?" Jim asked. "Well, I don't know about that. All I do know is that he's considering me for a vice-presidency, quite a promotion in both position and salary. And it's not like I invited him over; he really invited himself. But, regardless, it's imperative that we entertain him, and, yes, I'll say it—impress him. It could very well mean the difference in having him choose me." All right, dear," she said. "I know what the stakes are. It's just that I want you to know that Mr. Payne is a. "Hello Daddy! I'm home." I said sheepishly as I opened the front door. The house was eerily quiet."Back here," He said in a deep growl from the living room. I walked down the hallway and found him sitting in his big leather easy chair holding my lap top."Who's Mandy?" He said staring at me. "And what about Kevin? Who the fuck is that?" umm...ah," I stammered, "They are just friends." Oh, friends that you send pics like this to, huh?" He spun the computer around and the screen wad filled with a. While the musicians played, several woman and a few men danced to the sensuous sounds.Then some other women came out, dressed in a sort of sarong. They moved to an open area that served as a stage, and started dancing the hula as an older man sang a traditional song in a voice that slid from tenor to falsetto as effortlessly as the women danced. I was spellbound.Manu came over and asked me how I was doing. "I'm doing fine, thanks. Is that the traditional hula?" Well, it's the best we can do. A.