He brought the matter up with Harper at the next morning strategy session. "So, we're up the creek with that approach," he reported. "I think I'd have...been able to talk her into it if I'd wanted to, but what would have happened the next time?" Yeah," Harper agreed. "No point in burning her out. We've got to tread a little lightly with her right now, anyway." What do you mean?" I mean, yesterday, I got a call from some gal in some state nature conservancy back east, checking references on. She wanted to kiss me, so she leaned in and we met in the middle. Although she hadn't kissed a lot of guys, my kiss left her breathless. Reluctantly, she told me, she had to get inside, since she had to work the next morning. She had given me her number, but wasn't sure she would hear from me again. To her surprise, I called her the next morning before she headed off to work. Just to let her know I had a great time, and to ask if I could take her to lunch. At lunch I handed her a document with. Enjoy the show Ian, I thought.“Paula chill. Seriously. Hey, at least let me give you a ride home.”“God, would you? Fuck, that would be awesome.”“What happened?”“Jocks and bitches, just jocks and bitches.” I said.“Right.” Ian said. Between us geeks that was all that needed to be said. Thank God.Ian’s car was an old Volvo, obviously his parent’s old car. During the ride I kept slinging one half of my shirt up over a shoulder. Then the other side would fall. Sling that up. Other side fell. Pretty. Yet after meeting David and his polite assurance that they had their own space, they conceded to their daughters wishes. They were often too busy with work and their large family to worry about one, or two, of their daughters private lifestyles.What happened to Mrs. Wilson was what every woman who has tasted the pleasure of 'Toilet Water' feared. With David's direction she was instructed to leave her husband and find her own apartment with her two daughters. The apartment only had one bedroom.