Chapter Twenty-SevenTwenty-Two Days After
Stacey Gray readied herself for her first coffee date in four months. She couldn't believe that she had signed up to try this again, as she had neither the time nor the desire to be matched with one more jerk. What was this guy's name? Oh yeah, Alan Milner. She wore clothing to avoid accentuating her figure; conservatively attractive. A blouse that showed no cleavage and slacks, a blue sweater and limited make-up. She hated these social experiments and she knew she was a little jaded by past experience. Most of the men she met were boring, egocentric or just horny. Most of these guys weren't worth spending an evening with, let alone a lifetime. The last one had grabbed her ass as they walked from the restaurant and she had almost taken him down on
