Raymond & Trina, small sitting room<br/><br/>Although the offer for another drink was tempting, for more than one reason, Ray respectfully declined. “Last thing I need is to go into this too lit to know my own name.” He leaned forward, and stared a spot on the coffee table “no…I’m going to want to walk into this clear, and remember it later” He looked at her and smiled a little sheepishly “I guess that sounds a little funny…Let’s just see where the hell it is that I might stay the night in!” He left the glass on the table and grabbed his bag after he stood.<br/><br/>He was certain that the chance to follow her as she showed him his room would be worth the weekend, but combined with the sudden realization that he would see Harriett Darling of all people, in all her glory?<em>’Oh shit…what am I getting myself into, and why don’t I want to leave?’</em>The answer was slightly complicated, and fairly simple. This was a new and exotic taste of strange. Even the woman in front of him, whom he’s always shared a kind word with from the moment he met the Darlings, was transformed from mundane servant to walking Viagra. His heart hasn’t moved out of the red zone since he saw her, and he doubted anything else that happened later would help matters any.<br/><br/>She was right. He didn’t have a clue at all…<br/>