But I wanted her to try because I knew where this was going. "Okay, sit down on the chair. You can just pull your shorts down so it's more comfortable... I mean what more would I see?" she insisted.So I went over to the chair, sat down and pulled down my shorts while she stood in front of me waiting. At this point I guess I just didn't fully realize that this was actually happening. You always dream of your fantasy but when it comes true you get tunnel vision and just play out the play or. My stuff was in removalist’s cartons in a pile in the centre of the living room. The apartment had been furnished in good taste, I’ll give her that, she had taste, after all she had chosen me. And there were the usual appliances for my comfort, such as an espresso machine. This was put to good use even before we began to unpack. I unpacked my clothes and hung in the closet what needed to be hung, and shoved in drawers, what needed to be shoved in drawers. Peta had put my toiletries in the. Until I saw half of a smile creep up from the corner of his mouth. And once again, just as they had years ago, his eyes fell on me like with a fierceness that could have reduced me to nothing in an instant. So I turned, and I walked away. He was displeased and I could tell. Even from across the room. He made conversation with other gentlemen, and paid compliments to other ladies who ventured near him to compliment his uniform. Or so they feigned. The orchestra began again and nearly all. I had a better idea, anyhow. I recalled that in my other life, shortly before I'd been recycled in 2007, I'd heard Mariah Carey cover this particular song."You should sing this one," I said right away to my girlfriend."I have a better idea," Evie interjected. "Why don't you both sing it?" You mean rework it as a duet?" asked Paul thoughtfully."Exactly," smiled Evie.What followed was one of those special out-of-the-blue moments that signified just how much in sync we all were with each other..