"When are you finally going to retire, Dick? Spend a little time with George?" Jemima glowered at the down arrow, which took its time to bring the lif... lower."Oh, you know me better than that, my little spitfire. I can't go retiring and leave the poor receptionists to fend off dragons having hissyfits over nothing, can I?"The lift pinged, and they both strode in."Didn't you just get downstairs?" Jemima glared at Richard, and moved back to stand against the corner of the small lift."Yes, but I. Merritt wrestled with her dress, trying to keep her small bosom inside; the halter-top style fabric wasn't intended to be jostled so much.A fair number of women in dresses were wearing their family pendant set in their hair and dangling on their forehead. A common tradition for single women that attend a formal, it both denoted they were unattached and expressed their family heritage, whereas Merritt's family pendant adorned a place in her cleavage indicating she was in a committed. They knew if they met, there was no way they wouldn’t end up devouring each other. They continued to talk for several more months and John continued to ask. One day he had asked again, fully expecting to see those two little letters appear on his screen. There was a longer than usual pause in her reply. The three letter,s he had waited for months to see, appeared on his screen!! His heart immediately started racing, his hands shaking. "Really??" was his reply. Over the course of the next few. ‘Come over with us and play!’ she begged energetically taking my hand and pulling my arm upwards toward her. My legs shuffled as I stood finally granting me the ability to walk alongside this blond haired girl. She’s wearing a white dress accented with small reddish flowers along the bottom hem. Her stockings are white and shoes are black with clasps of gold. Her hair barely reached the tops of her shoulders and swung gently as we grew closer to the smiling crew of persons. The euphoric feeling.