I remember making love when we got home. He said I really looked sexy.I wore boots and a hat. Audrey said that I looked sexy as hell. I didn't know if...that was a good thing or not. The four of us got a booth and ordered a round of drinks. This western bar looked pretty rough. It probably held a hundred plus people and was filled up. It looked like a pretty rowdy crowd. Cheri said it's not as bad as it seems. They have bouncers that throw out the trash.We were there for about an hour and I had. She sat there passively holding a baby boy while my mother and I talked. English wasn't her first language so I wondered how much she understood, probably enough. She wasn't much for smiling; only a brief one when we were introduced.I got my tools and followed Maria to her apartment. The place was in a worse mess than ours had been. There were heavy curtains, which made the living room really dark. There wasn't a lamp in there either. She pointed out the leaks and then sat down on an old sofa.. She straightened her hair and looked in hope for at least the PJ bottoms but was out of luck. All she had was a red silk nighty that clung to her curves and barely covered her rather round behind. As the nighty slid down she caught a glance of herself in the mirror and began to laugh. All the times she had tried to look sexy and failed, tonight, when she was home alone she liked what was staring back at her in the mirror. Her hair fell just above her breasts, her eyes had a glaze that gave the. “No. Yes. I…” Marie said – her eyes still locked on the roses. She turned just in time to see Jim standing with the crumpled note and gasped. He saw his name on the paper as he reached out to hand it to her. He also noticed the letterhead of the florist where he’d bought the roses. “Oh, you know about the roses,” he said with a wince. “It’s nice of you to try to cheer me up. I wish I hadn’t found out so that I could keep the illusion that I have a secret admirer who wanted to sweep me off my.