" It showed off my pecs real good.Ambled uptown into rich folks' country. Upper East Side. The Casbah itself. The accumulated wisdom of half a dozen T... shows said that singles bars were a good place to score lonely women. I made my grand entrance into Rudy's Rutabaga, strutted my stuff, and grabbed a vacant chair. I was a sharp-looking dude and it didn't take long to hit the jackpot. Sherry Zahd, her name was, account exec for the Forty Weaves textile design firm, jet-setter, woman of the. "...After a stop at the nearest grocery store, we returned to Kevin's apartment, put away my breakfast items, and found our way to the bedroom.He sat down first, unboxed the wand, and set it in the middle of the mattress.We both peered at the elephant in the room, as if it would crawl off the bed on its own. I found a soapy, wet paper towel to clean it off. "Do you have an extension cord?"He located one in his desk drawer.I plugged the wand into the nearest outlet. Then I returned to my. " Wow that would be great." She paused then said, "Well I have to get to bed early, I am opening the store tomorrow. I do hate to eat and run, especially as good as that dinner was.After she had gone Lois said, "She is a cute little thing, damn it. I used to be cute like that once." Then she laughed."I never was cute like that, sad to say," I said it with a laugh."Okay, I was never that cute, but I was cute damn it." Lois said.Lois and I finished the bottle of wine and got right chummy. I had. For a few moments, I listened and was greeted by a deafening silence. My mind then clicked that he was probably in the guest room downstairs. I swung my bare legs out from underneath my quilt and then threw the rest off of my body as I sat up. The cold air lingered making my body develop goose bumps as I sat there in my tank top and hot pants. Quietly, I stood up and tiptoed to my bedroom door. I rest my hand on the cool nickel handle and opened it just a crack. The sounds of snoring came from.