"And George said then, "But not in a wife, right? In a wife you only like vanilla, right?"And I popped up then and said, "Wait a minute, why do you sa... I'm vanilla?"And George turned to me and leaned way over the table with those big shoulders of his and looked straight at me real hard with those black eyes he has under those black eyebrows, and you know, I felt very strange, and he stared into my eyes and said, "Well, tell me what you two do with each other."And he waited for one of us to. If I don't see him or hear his voice for a year, I'll sign your release. Otherwise, I'll sue the hell out of him and you. I'll have the shirt laundered and will return it to you by courier."Thoroughly pissed, Carrie pushed by Marilyn, opened the restroom door, stomped to the elevator lobby and jabbed the down button. When the elevator didn't arrive immediately, she remembered she was only on the third floor, so she moved into the stairwell and hurried down the stairs.Her anger dissipated with. Around thirty minutes had passed before I decided to go back down to see my wife. She was still sitting in the booth when I arrived with another round of drinks for us, her breasts still showing beautifully through her top, except now there were two men sitting in the booth on either side of her. They had clearly had a few drinks and fancied their chances with a woman showing off in a hotel bar, maybe thinking that she was a prostitute looking for clients. I rejoined the table and passed my. Nothing he could do would change the way she felt about her friend because she knew the real Scott and his gentle soul. Out here in the country, working her farm, making a good home for Duncan, Kara didn’t have a lot of opportunity to meet people. In Scott, she found a safe haven for her thoughts, hopes and dreams. He was her confidant and pretty much her best friend. He had never shared a photograph with her so she was excited to finally put a face with the name. Her attraction to him was his.