The stars are lining up. But it's not a done deal. And this resource is precious and rare. The last thing I wanted to do was blow it by doing the wron... thing.What was agonizing was that I didn't know what the wrong thing was.I sat there until the sun was too bright to be comfortable to my eyes. I stood up just as the guy who delivers the paper came driving slowly up the street, slipping papers into the blue plastic boxes attached to the mailbox posts. I walked out and he handed mine to me with. Brad couldn’t decide whether to watch Julie’s bobbing breasts, or those of his date. His date’s dress didn’t cut quite as low as Julie’s, but it went to the bottom of her breasts and then scooped widely out, turning into spaghetti straps that went up and over her shoulders. The gown was various shades of blue, some going to gray, which explained why she had specified his suit be charcoal colored. Her dress would be set off by his suit like she was on display, not that any man would be. I'd cut my "Fro" short and had my best smile in place. A little after noon I'd gone from one end of the zone to the other, it was hot, muggy and my feet were hurting. I walked back to the my car and for a break and tried to remember my way back home. The One Way streets were an enigma to me and twice I had to make drastic adjustments to get it right. I'd just sorted things out on one street as I passed a sign that said "Book Store" and made a mental note to come back, see I was a. "Yeah, it were downright rude of us, ma'am," the first man added, clearlynot feeling sorry, but wanting to escape the situation without aconflict. I was confused. Their comments were aimed at me. They didn'teven look at Melinda. Not when they were talking and not when they leftthe restaurant, though they did cast me a wary look as they did.I stood there for a moment, blinking in confusion. Something about thatsituation seemed off to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Melinda,however,.