<i>“...male model...department stores...</i><br/><br/>Stella looked at Anton, her spoon of poached pear mid air. And went ...”hmmmmmmm”. She ate two more bites without a word and then said thoughtfully, “well, I was going to feed you roast chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy tomorrow but I may need to revise that. Grilled fish and steamed veggies?”and I demand your services as my personal trainer,” she patted her behind, “my tush needs shrinking. Unless your wife would be apt to scratch my eyes out for that. I probably would.”<br/><br/>She’d sensed his apprehension when he told her and while she certainly knew no other person with that kind of job, it wasn’t anything he needed to feel embarrassed about. One of the violinists in the Symphony orchestra in her previous city was an exotic dancer three evenings a week to make ends meet. Whatever it takes... well not whatever.. but,.. you get the idea.<br/><br/>“Do you travel a lot for your job?” I’ll be happy to watch your cat whenever you need it. Licorice seems like the perfect little cat lady. So well behaved.”