There’s a snort or a snicker from deeper in the room and a weak light clicks on. Cyn–for this is how she introduced herself to me–weaves her way...away from it, and I admire the view. ‘You are a lightweight, aren’t you?’ ‘I barely register on the scales,’ I answer, smiling wryly. ‘But I’m cute.’ Another amused noise from off our little stage. Rain on her windows and distant thunder. What else is there to say? The front room is much like the girl. Or maybe it’s the other way round. A comfortable. It was about six in the evening when Karen got an email telling her that the data that she needed wouldn’t be ready until morning. She was somewhat relieve not to have to work late that night but she also knew this would put them behind on the project. She told Matt that he could go home and that she was going to stick around a little longer to finish a few of the unimportant things. Matt had gathered up his stuff and was walking past Karen’s office when he suddenly stop. He felt guilty. It was answered by a beautiful lady but what else would you expect when knocking on the castle door of Venus, the goddess of love. I was there to inform her of some not so good news. I asked the lady at the door if she would please get Venus for me? She replied, "Whom should I say is calling?" Saint Peter. I think she is expecting me."She asked me to come in while she informed Venus that I was there. I sat on one of the many love seats in the parlor."Well, look who's here. I was kind of. Okay?’ ‘Anything Sam. Anyway we will both be at Shelley tomorrow afternoon. Now get up get dressed and go to your architects.’ ‘Okay darling anything for you. Everything for you. Love you. Until midday. Oh God I can’t wait.’ Standing barefoot in the well of Becca’s yacht Sam felt really over dressed, in her Versace suit dress and Prada silk blouse as the yacht began to lift to the swell outside the harbor. Standing at the wheel Becca drew Sam in close placing an arm round her waist. ‘Darling I.