And last night..." OHO! You STUD you!" Jackson clapped me on the back, grinning. "Congrats! So, she's looking like a main squeeze?" Yeah, pretty much.... Cool."I cleared a couple of weapons ranges in the afternoon, but no one was doing night fire, so I went home at five, planning to shower and change clothes -- and call Beatrice in the interim to determine just how much I was dressing up. But I walked into an apartment that was as neat as a pin and Beatrice was sitting on the couch watching. . ?" she began, then she bent over with soft laughter as I watched, confused. She straightened up, and took a few seconds to calm down. "Oh, that's precious! I have to tell Martha about this!"The little black hat, she whispered, was a yarmulke; the salesmen there were Hassidic Jews. I blushed, feeling like a complete country idiot again. She chuckled over it until she left for work. "You're such fun, Steven. I can't wait for us to get together Wednesday." She gave me another of her innocent. I've got more balls than any gang they can bring in here. Besides, we've got right on our side. And I moved my personally autographed photo of Judy Morris right over my chair." You mean the TV reporter? How do you know her?" Honey, ask Dex about that, too. I'll talk to you later. I've got to hurry and put the whoopee cushions on all my guests' chairs." She was laughing heartily when she hung up."When can I meet Marty?" Kendra asked. "She is something else!" You've got that right. I owe her a. I stood up from the computer and stumbled to the bathroom, trying not to step on any accumulated trash on the floor. “This place looks like a pigsty,” I thought to myself. I’d turned into a lazy slob since I started working from home two years back. I was single and gave pretty well zero effort in anything I did.Looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn’t overly disgusted. I had gained a bit of weight recently, but if anything, I filled out my tall skinny frame even better than when I was in.