It did not help one bit that when Emily was coming back from a trip to the ladies’ room a customer in the restaurant mistook her for a cocktail waitress. Indian hot xxx She did know that she did not want to go on being his friend with benefits. She showed him the article, and said, “I’m proud of you.” He smiled. She was tired of doing all the work, and always being the one who apologized when they had a quarrel. He never introduced her to his parents. Because she could not think of anything she could have done differently or better, she was at peace with herself. She felt proud when a uniformed deliveryman brought it to her cubicle. When he drove her to her apartment in his Jaguar she asked, “When will I see you again?” “I’ll give you a call.”
‘You don’t have my phone number.” He gave her something to write with and on. The cups, plates, and silverware reminded her of an exhibit she had seen at the Smithsonian in an exhibit on the eighteenth century English aristocracy. He never suggested she visit him at his office. He never mentioned marriage. He was a good dancer. When Emily was alone in her apartment in Prince George’s County she wondered how many unused toothbrushes Ken kept for events like her.
