Speaking of not home: would you give me some space on Saturday night? Dyson agreed to come over and talk.
Ahh. Gotcha. Operation “Woo” begins. And what is your plan of attack?
Cleavage. That’s about as far as I’ve gotten.
Kenzi (ruefully - whilst attractive, she's small-breasted): Honey, that’s farther than some of us ever get.



