.She asked me whether I had a girlfriend I said till this moment I dont have any…She smiled and we talked casually blah blah..I ate lunch ..The next...day was Sunday..She said she will come tomorrow as her son is with her mother..I said ok..She said to me to sleep fully covered..I knew what she meant but I asked her what she mean by fully covered,she smiled and said not to make her laugh…I asked why…She just smiled and went..That day went like that..The next day she came early ,i as usual was. As he helped me out of the passenger seat of his gleaming little road rocket he said, "I'll ring you in the morning. Perhaps you'll join me for a picnic."After escorting me to the front door, he kissed me once again before he left, his sleek sports car merging smoothly into the still heavy after-theater traffic.In the hotel lobby, I approached the front desk and asked if there were any messages for me. The night clerk turned and retrieved an envelope delivered by a messenger service and two fax. ‘Miss Mead. We invite you to come in an talk to us as the possible replacement of our director of marketing.’ ‘What? I don’t know anything about newspapers.’ ‘It’s what you know about marketing Miss Mead. We have had you appraised professionally and the report says you a one of those people who come along every so often. You are loaded with personality, have off-the-wall creativity and I think I know what that means, and have the knack of taking people along with you. You also present. Then I drifted into unconsciousness.I awoke next when I felt the bed shift - a strange occurrence for a single guy who doesn't make it a point to bring home women, or to spend the night with them, for that matter."What's going on?" I said. I looked over and saw that this time, it was Sandra who was trying to extricate herself from our tangle of arms and legs without disturbing me."Sorry," she said. "It's time to get up. I was going to give you a few more minutes while I got ready."I was fully.