I loved all the attention we received, far more than I evergot as a man. "Do you fancy going on to a night club? Or perhaps you'd prefer somethingquie...er?" I asked as I signed the credit card bill. I was enjoying myself somuch I certainly didn't want to go home."I love to go to a night club. Do you know of somewhere?" I know just the place," I said, "Let's go."The taxi dropped us on the street outside a non-descript three-storeybuilding. I paid and led her down an adjoining alley. The door to. I think I'll do that myself. There is more involved here than just this one contract. Will you do me a favor though?" Sure, what do you need?" Don't talk to anybody about this until I talk to you again. I'll call you tomorrow and we will get things straightened out." No problem. Just remember what I told you before. The only reason I was going to sign a contract with BDS was because of you. If you don't work there, they don't get my business." Thanks for the support, George. I'll call you. ’ I said with a smile. Michelle reached for her glass of orange juice. That must have been a signal as all of the kids reached for theirs as well. This time there was platters of pancakes, dishes of sausage, large bowls of scrambled eggs and a platter with toast. In addition to the orange juice, everyone had a glass of milk plus Michelle, the two older girls and I had coffee, pretty nice. While we were eating, Michelle was going over how we would go to the Aquarium. It seemed everyone was in. But we have laughed, cried, celebrated, prayed, and danced through life. Together.I was thinking about all this as I watched her. She is still beautiful. Her hair light brown that almost reaches her shoulders . Her eyes dark brown. Her voice angelic.Knowing that I was watching, Jean began to prepare for bed. She did it slowly. With great purpose.First came the necklace. Then the shoes followed by the socks. Facing the dresser mirror, watching me watch her, she slowly began to unbutton her.