Sure enough, I got there ahead of her by a minute or so.As soon as she appeared, I told her, "Let's go to the cafeteria. I want to talk."I could sense...that she knew something was up, but she accompanied me wordlessly, and sat down opposite me. Her eyes met mine; her expression was blank, as she waited for me to speak."I won't take up too much of your time, Diana," I began, in a serious, businesslike tone. "I want to end our relationship, effective right now. I told you before that I didn't see. Lots of hair. Long beautiful blond locks like Angel’s. And I had hair under my arms. I couldn’t even imagine shaving. And hair on my legs. And on my pubes. I couldn’t help but run my fingers through it. I wanted to spend all day brushing it and shaking it back and forth like a wild animal. Long beautiful hair and it was all mine.DreamingBut I couldn’t reach my hair. My hands were tied behind my back. I was sitting naked on a straight chair and Bradley was mocking me. He reached out and jerked. The door opened and I was greeted by Jenny in a fluffy white bathrobe. She was quite short when not wearing her customary high heels. I chanced a glance at her bare feet - I have a foot fetish, especially when they belong to a beautiful woman."C'mon in Grant" she said as she stepped back to allow me to enter. I stopped in the entry way as she closed the door behind us. I heard the lock click as she secured the door."Follow me. I'll show you where to setup" she said. I walked a couple of metres. Stacy makes no such judgment calls. She simply takes messages from everybody from the Senate Majority Leader to the Attorney General and puts them into some kind of order that makes sense to her. She must have done that for Sam, but I would have to ask her about her decision making process where my phone list is concerned.It might be tonight and it might have to wait, depending on how sore she is after having an all-nighter following seven years of abstinence. If she is not sore, then I would.