* - * - *Saturday, Graduation Day, it was finally here. Not only after all theyears of work put in but also the three days since Angela had textedChar...ie to say she wanted to be there. Charlie was walking rapidlyaround his small apartment fixing and re-fixing his clothes. Then camethe knock on the door. He ran eight steps and yanked open the door.At first he said nothing, just stared. Angela stood there in a lightgauzy blue and white dress and matching heels. Makeup was exquisitelydone. Not. Whenever she was, I adopted the strategy of waiting until she had moved to the other side of the yard, out of view, before venturing outside, to adopt any of the activities mentioned above, and thus be available to be seen when she returned to my side of her yard. More often than not, she would be raking up fallen leaves, watering her vegetable garden, or otherwise attending to it. We would see each other, and exchange pleasantries in exactly the same way as we did, when meeting out front. Then. Dave knew pictures like he was taking looked even better if there were just a few hints of paint on plain skin. Dipping finger into her paint holder he told her what he was doing. He swiped her thighs and the back of her legs in a few places with a short stripe of paint.Then, he told her how great she was doing. When she beamed he put a single line of paint on her left cheek and a hint of a line above her right eyebrow.Then he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. To his surprise, she responded. The first comes in the form an apartment that qualifies as more than just "okay." The huge living room packed with all the latest and greatest in technology that encourages you to sit on your ass and be entertained. A lovely, fully stocked kitchen, plush and expensive furniture, and two master bedrooms that bookend your dream suite, each adorned with their own full size balcony with an advantageous view of the pool/jacuzzi combo several stories below.The other perk? Your salary more than covers.