” Jenni cocked her head, looking at me. “I think you really like your Rob,” she said, with a smile. “Like I said, I would have married Dave, o... even just lived with him, even though he was forty years older than me. Your Rob is thirty-ish, I think. It’s not as though there’s an enormous gap.”“I don’t know...” I took a deep breath. “Besides, I’m not likely to see him again, am I?”“Never say never,” Jenni declared brightly, getting up. “Sure you’re okay with Davey there? We can put him down for a. These guys were like ‘gods’ to mere mortals such as Katrina Jones ... a nineteen year old nobody from a medium sized rural town in the back blocks of California.Suddenly the whole thing just seemed so ridiculous. Katrina Jones was seriously thinking about turning around and going right back into Eleanor’s office and apologizing for her own foolish arrogance and audacity when something caught her attention.Sitting in the reception area was a very good looking young man reading one of the. He heard Barb's voice shoutout clearly as he thought, "Yes! Yes! Oh, god, yes!" His dream went todarkness as the tide washed over him, anchored to the bed by the pressureof that same tide.Steve drove his car down the road. He was nearly home from work, and hadstayed late to make up for running back home during the day for thosefiles he had forgotten. He wondered if Barb was still napping, as she hadbeen in the bedroom when he had stopped by. Not that he could complain,mind, not when her. I do not think that the dark-haired beauty cared a whit for politics, but she certainly did enjoy wine, wealth and swiving. And she enjoyed herself and being loved and cared for. Willful was the word for Artesia, and she almost always had her way.I saw her one day in the park, recognized her at once at fifty yards, took a short cut and bumped into her on the far side. Said, "Pardon," and held her arm. She looked up at me and squealed, suddenly clamping a hand to her wide-open mouth. I pulled.