I climbed off her and we both lay trying to catch our breath. There was an embarrassed silence as neither of us knew quite what to say.........After a...few moments, she got up and sorted herself out, saying something along the lines of, "Let's pretend this never happened and never mention it again!" as she left. For the next few days it was a bit awkward and I spent as little time as possible in the house. Then about a week later, I got home from work and it was only my father-in-law that was. With both hands now occupied, this was the perfect time for the "accidental" towel drop. I was sideways to the lady at the time of the drop, able to see the smile on her face, as she let out, "Ooops!" Aren't you going to pick the towel back up?" she asked. "I don't have a spare hand. I'm sure you've seen this sort of thing before, but if it bothers you, I'll give you back your form and pen while I recover the towel. However it doesn't bother me, so I would just as soon keep going," I offered,. So it was logical that on the one weekend that I'm too self-absorbed to sit at my own opens, a rookie agent with no listings of her own would clinch a deal for the house I listed.That's not such a bad thing. It cuts my commission in half, but that's the half an agent normally expects to get. A 7% commission is split between the selling agent and the buying agent. Of course, that half is split with the broker who holds the agent's license. Still, 1.75% of $750,000 is still over $13,000. Not bad.. In fact, I believe tonight is the first time a family member ever brought up having to face the prospect of taking a loss in the market. That was very brave of you, sweetheart. Don't you agree, Thomas?" An exaggeration about no one ever mentioning taking a market loss, but, yes, I do have to agree that it was a brave thing. I hope it turns out that it was also a wise thing, for Kenny to bring that subject up for discussion with us."We spent the remainder of time at dinner discussing the impact.