She studied him a little more carefully and liked what she saw. Maybe he was ten years younger than her, but he seemed level-headed.“Yes, Ma’am. M... manager is a very nice man. He’s always willing to answer a question and show me a little more about the business,” Dan answered. He asked, “What do you do?”“I’m here looking at the new models of equipment that we already use in our kitchens,” she answered.Nodding his head, Dan said, “That makes sense. I imagine that you’re always opening new. "Margaret, this is Sammy Oldham. He's going to ask you to dance, aren't you Sammy?"The matronly woman was glaring at me now. I had no choice but to take a step to my left. "May I have the pleasure of this dance?" Margaret smiled and stuck out her hand for me to hold as we walked a few steps towards the other dancers. She practically fell into my arms and started talking while I concentrated on holding on to my hat and keeping her chest spaced a flat, open-hand width between us."It's the last. " I felt awful, my heart sank, in her mind there wasn't any doubtthat I had been sleeping in that pink slip, but it just wasn't true, butit was too late for the truth, I had lost. I had nothing left to do butbe pleasant toward her offer for me to keep the slip and the stockingsso I said, "Thank you, I'm happy to keep them." I couldn't believe thatthe statement had exited my mouth. She gently handed the slip andstockings to me and I took them and she left my bedroom and she wentback downstairs.. I put it on, then found my torn blouse. It looked pretty ragged and I had nothing to cover it with. I went back into the bedroom and opened the closet."What are you doing," Ellie the editor asked."I'm stealing a blouse unless you want me walking around looking like a rape victim," I said angrily."Look in the drawer. There are some Tee shirts take one," she said."Thanks," I said.I left her apartment in short black, water spotted, skirt and a red tee shirt a couple of sizes too large. The three.