<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>I show Chloe my place....small, but comfortable....and a nice home for a single girl in the big city.<br/><br/>She opts for a drink and asks:<br/><br/>“Um, I guess. If you're having one I mean. Um, may I please use the, um, your restroom?”<br/><br/>I smile....<em>"Around here....its the ladies room, or the powder room...."</em>*giggle*<br/><br/>While she goes in, I return the 15 steps to kitchen and get out a tumbler....3 ice cubes and finally, I get to see if the Scotch I bought for this very occassion is any good?<br/>I pour some "Glenmorangie" into her glass over the ice.  I leave the bottle on the table so she can see what she's drinking. I pour myself a small glass of red wine.   I hear the bathroom door opening........<br/>