Is there no danger of the glass breaking, uh, inside?”Amelia shook her head. “No, believe it or not, it’s virtually unbreakable. You’ll shatte... the plastic on a regular one into a thousand slivers before you’ll ever chip that piece.”I heft it a couple of times, feeling it’s weight. Then I ran my fingers along the twists, following along its length as I imagined how it would feel inside.“We’ll take one,” Jess said suddenly. “Write it up and take it off our tab.”“Hey, I want one, too!” Sherri. She told me where she lived and to both our surprise we lived less than 3 miles apart.That was it for me I had to see her but how was I going to go about getting her to meet up with me? We continued to talk through the messaging system online until one day she let slip she was going out one evening to a bar, so I thought this is it, I have to make sure I am there when she arrives. She had no idea what I looked like but I knew what she looked like. That evening I went to the bar. I was alone. Miss Klein is here to make sure your punishment is not medically damaging the head counselor said, but I think they were screwing and this is the way they got it on. That idea came from the heavy breathing I heard from inside the office afterward while I was forced to stand outside with my camp shorts and underpants around my ankles and my red behind exposed to the world. But thats another story. Anyway, not long after I married Joan, I began playfully patting her on the bottom whenever I got. " I won't. Bye now."When I turned back to Joyce she smiled at me and said, "Thank you but, you didn't have to do that. None of this was your fault." True, but it wasn't really your fault, either. Now, we have about two hours to kill before your interview. How about I treat you to lunch? The crab cakes here are the best I have ever eaten."As soon as she finished her lunch Joyce used the restroom to change into business attire for the upcoming interview. She looked very professional albeit a bit.