That caught her off balance. “About what? Dinner, you mean?”
“We can worry about dinner later. I was thinking about now, the next couple of hours.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “What do you want to do?”
“Practice my salesmanship, for starters.”
“Salesmanship?”
“In case I ever lose my license again and wind up having to take a job as a clerk in a men’s store.” I stood and leered down at her. “Would you care to see something in a bathrobe, madam?”
“My goodness! Such as what, sir?”
I took her into the bedroom and showed her.
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