I said we'd host the next one. Jake smiled. As I departed, Jake called out, "See that Pam wears something sexy. We don't want a hostess that looks lik... a Tomboy." I grinned uncomfortably and scrapped the idea of having her wear jeans and a sweat shirt.Pam was not pleased to hear about the poker party. She disapproves of gambling and she hates being around drinking and smoking men. When I told her what Jake said about wearing something sexy, she threw a fit. I let her rant and rave, but she knew. " Oh, thanks, the last thing I would need is to worry about bears."She grabs her bag and climbs up the stairs to the loft. My gaze never leaves her bottom. What a change. Her movements have me imagining her undressing but that wasn't the case, she is just organizing her things and placing them in the built-in drawers and small closet.The first thing to do is fill the water tanks for the shower. The tanks are painted black; that color attracts the warmth of the sun and usually the water is ready. And I went out from the other door and stood in balcony alone..His wife came in and put down the candle on the center table and told me to come inside else I will catch cold....the rain continued pouring in...and she went back to her cooking and I went in..he followed after her into the kitchen and inquired her if she needs any help in the kitchen..for 10 minutes or so..he stayed with his wife in the kitchen and helped her chop the vegetables..and returned back..In the candle light he looked at. ‘Dinner at my place?’ Her mouth opened and her tongue fluttered. A couple of week later, Linda used her key and walked into Andy’s apartment carrying a bottle of French Champagne. He was on the sofa reading a comic. ‘Something tells me you are having it off with Miranda Lott.’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Is she any good?’ Andy said diplomatically, ‘Not as good as you.’ ‘Well I must say I rather it is Miranda than some of those other sluts in the office.’ ‘Are you talking guys or females?’ Linda laughed and.