"Thank you, we don't dress like this for work and it was a retirement brunch so we put it on once in awhile," she replied. I carried in a couple bags...from the store and followed her up the 2 steps into the kitchen watching the muscles in her calves flex as she climbed. We set our bags on the counter and she turned to hug me and me her. Something felt strange as I put my hands around her waist. "You've never felt me with a full-length girdle on, huh?" "No, I guess not, I like the soft. " Well, they taste good, I'll admit that." So do the various cheeses. My mum would buy goat cheese from Gidgegannup, borello from Oakford and sheep cheese from Nannup. It's just that it's not your thing. But I don't eat pickles at breakfast." True, true. Most foods are cultural artifacts." Can we kiss and make up?" Of course. But I'm still concerned about Audie." I presume you didn't see her. Isn't she back?" I'm not sure. We wouldn't have had class together today, anyway. I didn't see Gerry or. ‘I appreciate you wanting to take me to dinner… but, here?’ asked Martine. ‘Sure, why not?’ Cindy asked. ‘Greg’s never been here.’ ‘I find that hard to believe… well,’ she said furiously, ‘we’re already here, might as well go on in.’ Raymond’s dining room at night was so different from its coffee shop atmosphere during lunch and even had a separate entrance from the back lot. Greg said nothing, preferring to hang back after he had opened the door for them. Inside, it was as dim as the day Cindy. " No, my fault," the black-haired girl sighs."In fairness, Lauren is used to hanging out with a stupidly tall girlwho still wears stupidly tall heels," Katie says."'Stupid' being the word there," Lauren snorts."Ah yes..." I say. "Forgot our 'super six' was actually a 'magnificentseven'. Reckon Dannii'll be out tonight?" Ugh, doubt it," Lauren sighs, before a smile creeps across her face."Which just means more fun for the rest of us, hehe!" And besides, you both should know the real reason that.