That afternoon, Astrid took me out to get an engagement ring. We went to one of the large jewelry stores in town."My grandson is looking for an engage...ent ring," a very pregnant Astrid told the salesman when we entered the store and were approached about what they could do for us."Right this way, young man," the salesman said, and led us over to the section where their wedding ring sets were located. Astrid and I looked the rings over for some time before deciding on one."I'd like to see this. "Yes" Ivy said absentmindedly, "they haven't made up their minds if they want to tube or go natural. They'll have to make up their minds soon though or it will be too late for tubing."TJ's wide eyed startled moan was lost in Morg's howls' of mirth — Morg always was only too ready to laugh at his friend's discomfort particularly when his pheromones were involved — the Comminantes had not been cursed with that source of GenEng humour.Clare addressed her crew"We're spacing for 'Pest as escort for. ”“Someone’s heading for a strip search,” I chuckled.“Sixth floor and how terribly rude,” came a prim giggle.“You’re the one hiding my banana,” I laughed, watching the lift slowly move between floors.“Oh, if only,” she laughed out loud.“Should be close now.”“Yes, and stop please,” she replied.“OK, coming down and will unlock the doors for you,” I stated,“Thanks, Sam. Sorry for being a bitch,” she replied.“You were stressed, Evelyn, so no worries,” I chuckled as I locked the motor room and. Having given him extra time to get liquored-up, I tossed the July issue of ‘Eastern Review of Martial Arts’ onto the passenger seat and stepped from my car. The tie was in the drawer with Irene’s panties. A tie in this place was like inviting yourself to a hanging. I straightened my suit coat, tilted my hat down a bit, walked across the street and into the bar. You’d hardly know it was four in the afternoon. The place was jumping. About twelve guys were gathered around the pool table, the only.