I excused myself and went upstairs to pack, while MaryAnn turned towards the library.I awoke before the alarm, grabbed a quick shower and dressed as J...e had suggested. I was walking downstairs, my bag in hand, when the doorbell rang. Joe ran across the foyer and opened the door."We'll be out in two minutes."Outside, I could see a cab, engine running and lights on, and the trunk open. Joe went back to the kitchen and returned moments later with two containers of coffee. He handed me one, picked. The questions he asked were all pretty generic. My answers were okay but I could tell that I was just one more girl and nothing was really standing out to him. I started getting a little nervous and was playing with a button on my shirt. Then I undid the next button. Five were now undone and I only had seven. Then came the fateful question. “You are the fifth girl I have interview for this job. It’s not a hard job. Y’all are all overqualified. Why should I pick you over the other girls?” I. They both always seemed happy to see me, insisted I stay for a good meal, and we became good friends.After several weeks of visits, Mac surprised me with a curious and very intimate proposal. Jane was off shopping and visiting with friends, and he took the opportunity to have a private talk with me. He explained he was getting better in some ways with his paralysis, the therapy was helping. And he wasn't complaining; hell, he could have died from his injuries!He apologized in advance, hoping. She was lonely, in desperate need of relaxation and sleep, and more attracted to this man than any other she had ever met. She would never see him again. Jill downed what was left of her drink and almost hopped off of her barstool in anticipation. She walked the few feet between her and Rory and leaned in to whisper in his ear, taking care to gently brush her breasts against his arm. ‘So we don’t know each other, right?’ she breathed, her heart pounding with nerves. This was so unlike her. It.