It was okay, but I'm sure the old me would have enjoyed it much more.Anyway, I went in the rear door and down the stairs. I always heard the echo of m...ffled screams, when I first entered the room. Maybe Jennifer and her guests heard it as well. Maybe we really did have a dungeon ghost in the place. It would make the place a hell of a lot more interesting.I had been warned not to be late, so I was about ten minutes early. The residents of the building, who were going to play, were already. Trying to stifle a laugh I got up.“Maybe, I don't know yet.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, have a nice time, see you.” I could still hear her raging as he hung up and switched the phone off.“You are not a nice guy.” I grinned. “No, but I let you in on a big secret – nice guys never get the girl they want.”“But you do?”With just a few steps he was in front of me and laid his hands on my hips. “I really hope so.” He smiled. “Even if she is not like a girl.”Frowning I looked away. “So,” I sighed,. Istood in front of our bedroom mirror and examined myself from everyangle. I had to admit it; I looked good. Very good. Very curvy. Imight even get away with it with someone with good eyesight - atleast, at first glance."Haven't you rather gone overboard with the padding?" I asked. "I'msure I wasn't this fat as Fifi." You're not fat," Sally said "just 'pleasantly plump'. Okay, maybe alittle over-endowed in the bust region," she admitted. "I may have'enhanced' the forms a little. But. He was right about the gender." And that you wouldn't have a difficult time." Also true." The phone rang again. "Hello. Willy! How are you? Tell me everything!"I went into the study. If I was lucky, Weena would tell me what they felt I should know.On Monday morning I phoned Chaz and asked him to meet me for lunch, but then to come here rather than Floreat. I then turned to the mound of administrivia on my desk. About 11 I came across a note and asked Mona to step in."Did you read this?" Of.