<div class="floatleft"> (https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f069/z9w5l6yxkuoa1s66g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Darcy</span></strong></div></div><br/>I sort of like this place already.  The changing room?—super!  Out of red skirt, into blue dress (if I were asked, yes, that is a bit of calculation although I don’t think I’m calculating).<br/><br/>The bar is friendly.  You can tell by the cake.  Mystery girl appears, apparently giving a vibe that she’s here just at the right moment—which is true I think, but what’s to be gained by saying that?<br/><br/>Mystery girl, Olivia, is being swept up by the party—still standing.  So I stand, nuzzle, whispering<em>“Yes, easy . . . mostly, except when not.”</em>There’s a bit of a crush so I place my hand on Liv’s hip (a must), “I’ll follow your suggestion,  .  .  . ”  (giggle) “. . . you know, singing or not.  Things like that.”<br/>