She lowered her gaze at the ripped fabric, and said, "I didn't realize this guy tore my blouse. Sorry if the sight caused you grief. Let me go and change."
"Why do you think it 'caused me grief?' Seeing it just verified you are an attractive woman."
She blushed and rushed to her bedroom to change. She came back minutes later, wearing a long robe. I stood by the door, ready to leave, "Loretta, I enjoyed your company and hope you'll soon forget the unfortunate encounter with the jerk. Whenever you are free, I'd love to see you again."
She just stood there, silent, and eyed my face. I wasn't sure what to do next, and elected to play it safe. I smiled, nodded my head, and left.
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Two days later, I got a phone call from Loretta, "Would you like to join me for dinner at my house and watch
