"Maybe," I only said as the waiter brought us our dinner. I avoided answering James questions about how we would get out of this. I just wasn't for su...e if everything would work out the way I wanted it. I don't like to talk about things that aren't clear yet. He kept bugging me and suddenly changed the subject. "Are you staying with me?" Or will you leave me soon?" I wrinkled my forehead and swallowed the rest of my dinner. I didn't thought about that yet. But it was something that was needed. Sounds like a good deal to me." You're pretty sure of yourself." Let's just say I know women. I know that woman." She grinned, "At least, I sure the Hell hope I do." She paused. "As long as we're in this together, you mind telling me what it is she won't give up?"He looked chagrinned. "A divorce," he said finally."You're shitting me. You married that little cunt?" No, not me. You met him earlier. Harold." Oh. I see. You're right. It could be hard to get a divorce from a dead man. Hmmm. That may. I suggested that she first start in a babydoll, and then, perhaps can strip some more. She then goes into the bathroom to change. When she walks out I had to catch my breath for a second. She wore a sheer see through blue negligee and a G sting. She had gorgeous perky breasts topped with perfect nipples. She then goes to the kitchen, and starts to clean. I started up some idle conversation as I did not want to just stand there gawking at her. She cleans like she has done that. Me and my friend had planned this night properly as we were being payed considerably more than we usually did for our part time work. We both wore black bow ties around our bare neck, black shoes, black jeans and black Calvin Klein boxer shorts. Immediately, before we even started to serve the drinks, the woman asked us if we would work in just the bow ties and boxer shorts for her friends. We gave each other a quick look and obliged, mostly because of the amount we were getting paid! We.