"She walked up the stairs, and Pris came down with her.I gave Pris the rose, and we went into the parlor.She smiled and said, "I'm glad to see you. Th...nk you for the rose."My coming wasn't a total surprise. Very clumsily, I said, "I have something for you."I held up the lavaliere by the top of the chain. My hand shook a bit.She grinned, "I accept. Would you put it on me?"I smiled, "I'm not sure I can handle the clasp. Can I put it over your head?She smiled and nodded. "Any way you can put it on. He could sense the effect of his slow, careful seduction was having by the increased rate of Patty's breathing causing her magnificent tits to rise an fall within the confines of her low-cut dress, as he looked down to admire the vision of her cleavage.He lowered his other hand to caress Patty's tits, then slip his hand inside her bra to feel the soft, warm flesh. Immediately he felt her nipples spring to attention like little bullets. This encouraged him further, and he slowly removed his hand. “I’ll have a sausage biscuit,” I said.“You will if we got any thing left. We officially stopped serving breakfast fifteen minutes ago. How about you Miss Booth,” she said with a smile.“Just a plain egg sandwich on a biscuit or a hamburger bun,” Betty said.“I can for sure do that,” she said smiling at Betty.“Now I done seen everything.” I said in a fake dialect. “The waitress I talk to everyday turning cold because I’m with you.”“I think it’s called flirting Rogers,” Betty said with a. ”He said nothing. Again he was out of his element. She was acting like nothing odd had happened, which, of course, was ridiculous. His whole world had changed radically. Something he had thought would never happen to him even once, had taken place twice within the last eight or nine hours. The woman it had happened with was treating him as if it had simply been a pleasant interlude, instead of the relative earthquake it had been. As he thought about it, he was amazed he hadn’t had an episode.It.