The week passed with unusual normality. After the incident, Michael behaved very professionally with Stephanie, still treating her well but without flirting. Xavier counted down the days to the lunch that Stephanie had invited him to, eager to see the apartment she had moved into, her bedroom, and which stuffed animals had the privilege of accompanying her at night in her bed.
"I don't know what to prepare for Xavier for lunch!" complained Anny when Stephanie returned from work on Friday night.
"Let's just order something," suggested Stephanie, who was so tired that the last thing she wanted to do was cook.
"But I want to start conquering him through his stomach, you know what I mean?" replied Anny.
Stephanie went to the bathroom to remove her girdle, which was killing her. She had vom
