The bedroom was as feminine as she was. I immediatelynoticed the white French provincial furniture and the large four posterbed with the lace trimmed ...anopy. I noticed the pale pink carpeting andthe lighted vanity stocked with makeup and the matching satin curtainscomplete with white nylon sheers covering the windows that were closednow. I could see the back yard out of one window and from the other Icould see my dad as he worked washing the car.Madge went to the large white dresser. I went. Just like that, me and you having him for a while, together. No jealousy, no fighting, no bad feelings between us”“But, and if doesn’t like it, Sandra?”“We just need to tell him about it and see his answer, Nicky…”For some reason I still don’t know, he managed to accept. And we went to make an agreement to ‘share’ him as long as we wished. He wasn’t too sure of a long-term relationship and we weren’t willing for a fight that could cause damage to our friendship. And if there was one girl I. I wonder what sort of diplomatic way Nike will go about getting this girl to come back to a motel with us. Nke get's up and starts wandering over to the gaggle of girls, not stepping off to look at anything else, just walking straight at them, she looks like she has meaning in her face.Nike snaps at the girl and gets her attention, but I can't hear what they're talking about, the noise in the bar is too much. Nike says something else and the girl's face flushes, she turns bright pink, and she. " I've got to go back to the office, Stan. Talk on the way?" Stan nodded, and fell in beside her once they reached the corridor."So, what then?" she asked him."Anne and I are going for a drink at the Mitre tonight. I wondered if you'd like to come, too?"Denise stopped and looked at Stan, who definitely looked back. She was wearing 'blouse and trousers' again, but the blouse was a lovely pale green one which didn't hide her bust, while not flaunting it, and her light tan trousers were topped off.