Shania was reading in an easy chair as I scanned the channels for something to pique my interest. “Do you remember the brown liquid?” Shania asked...me. I clicked off the remote. “The bourbon?” I replied. “Yeah, I remember.” “Should I tell you what I was really thinking that day?” “You can tell me anything, my love. It won’t make a whit of difference in how I love you.” “Well,” she said, “that day when the elevator was broken, I saw you at your door. I thought, ‘There’s that nice guy. Wonder if. She sighed."I don't think that would be appropriate at this juncture." I understand." A bare acceptance.He crossed the room to her desk. To her."Sasha." His throat ached and her name was thick in his mouth.His fingers twined a tendril of hair. Silken.Her heart hammered in her chest. Wild with the nearness of him. She stepped closer, telling herself it was just for a moment. To give him a hug. Then send him on his way.The carpet cushioned the fall of his hat, startling her just a little with the. "Before that we are going to need to find a place to park it after you drop us, if it goes down that way," I said. "If he calls out for girls, we will go. Sylvia, you will have to trace the call and cancel the girls," I said."If we go for a club pick up we will have to find out where he is going in advance in order to be there," I said aloud. "Sylvia can you bug one of the rooms and make sure he goes into it." No, they may sweep the room. If that happens, we will tip our hand and the operation. We had a good time talking, she about her parents and friends, me about my kids. I appreciated that she didn't display too much interest in my boys. That would be embarrassing, if she was so bold as to want to meet them, for instance. The girl had a good head on her shoulders. We went back to the apartment and to her room. She stripped down quickly to her bra and panties, and I to my shorts, then we just looked at each other. She laughed."What do we do now?"I chuckled, too."I dunno ... sure is.