’ ‘Fine? Fine for what?’ ‘I’ll let her tell you the story.’ ‘Oh, did you get your new bedspread and curtains and stuff?’ ‘I did, go ...heck it out and see what you think.’ She came back a minute later and told him, ‘Nice. You did good in fact…it’s just too bad it’s so masculine.’ ‘You mean you’ve never noticed I’m a guy?’ ‘Well of course but…I just thought you’d go a little more neutral you know? Kind of in between.’ ‘Sorry. Guess that means you can’t sleep with me now.’ ‘Like that was ever in. ‘Sue. There, that’s better – at least we know who we’ve been screwing with now. By the way.’ I added as another thought popped into my mind. ‘Have you had any dinner?’ ‘No, we normally get a meal after we’ve finished work. I had something better to do!’ he said, still grinning like a cat that had swallowed the cream. ‘I thought so. Now, get on to room service and order something, I don’t want you fading away from lack of energy.’ I don’t think until then that he realised that I planned on us. As we went up, I started to feel dizzy. I’d never been up this high. The cars were looking tiny and I had to grab hold of the railing to keep from having a full on panic attack. My heart was pounding and I was trying to take deep breaths to compensate, but the elevator kept stopping at various floors and mine seemed to be at the top. “Afraid of heights, huh?” Jeremy’s smile dropped when he saw the shear terror showing on my face. “Get me off,” I begged in a desperate whisper.“Thought you’d. "Benson! Benson!!" "That's the cook, right? Or butler. We've already met." "You have?" she almost lowered her 'weapon'. "He hasn't met me," the oddball in the costume-party left over said. "You're with me, Harold," the other one said. Come to think of it, the woman thought, his clothes and hair, too, looked dated. What did he think he was? "'Harold'? Harold what?" "Just Harold. Harold the Herald." The oddball was an oddball. "Er, My name is Dobie, My 20/20 Vision," the other one smiled a might.