After making a series of calls, Ann came in to my office about a half hour later and sat in the couch along the far wall. Her skirt and decorum were no match for the deep couch. She first sat with her legs crossed and her skirt rode well up her thighs. As we talked, she uncrossed her legs and her bare sex was plainly visible.

We disposed of some business. Ann told me that she was set to interview a cook for me and that she thought that a housekeeper/laundress would be what I needed to round out my domestic staff.

"Bob," Ann continued. "I know that you are disappointed about your change of plans for tomorrow. Why don't you come over to my place in the afternoon. We can have lunch and play it by ear after that."

It was happening again. There Ann was, seated on the couch across from me in the most extreme position. Her full breasts were clearly outlined against the thin fabric of her blouse and her legs were set apart giving the most tantalizing view. I was of two minds. On the one hand I remained unclear where this was all leading and was frustrated that the rules or even the conventions of our relationship remained, at best, opaque. On the other hand, Ann was sufficiently engrossing that I did not view myself as having any real choice.

"I don't know Ann," I heard myself say. "Maybe I'll just come in to the office or find something else to do."

"Well do as you want, but I do think I have to make it up to you and if you like paella at least I know you'll enjoy lunch."

"All right, what time should I be there?"

"Figure 1:30."

The rest of Friday was rather straightforward. I left the office around 6:00, went home, read some mail and magazines that had been piling up, ordered a pizza and sat down in front of the TV to watch the Mets games and drink a few Heinekins. Saturday