Yes, of course!

“Of course.” You move aside and gesture with your hand inviting the black haired bombshell to come in.

As your date walks pasts you get a faint whiff of her subtle yet expensive perfume; a scent somewhere between a crisp autumn day and one's favorite bakery about to open. Matching the allure of her fragrance is the quick glimpse you steal of her backside; long shapely athletic legs, a firm bubble-like rear that cries out for a good spanking, all making for the perfect hourglass figure.

Not since junior high has your body had such an immediately reaction to the presence of a pretty girl as your feel your manhood quiver and starts to become semi-erect.

“How long have you known Dr. Rorbeck?” You try to make small talk wanting to regain some discipline over your juvenile urges as you close the door behind you.

Ms. Kyle stops, effectively trapping you between herself and the door, and turns to look at that pictures which line your hallway. As she examines them she answers, “We have several acquaintances in common. Do you remember Dr. Leslie Thompkins?”

“Yes, Leslie, she runs a medical clinic for the poor and needy in Park Row in Gotham.” You nod feeling relieved that you have found something to keep a conversation going. “A real saint of a woman.”

“And you volunteer at her clinic?” She asks in a leading fashion.

“Yeah, I try do my part. Metropolis Hospital gives me extra weeks off in the summer to help with inner city clinics in various states.”

“You're a very interesting man, Dr. Anderson.” Your date ponders as she runs her finger over the various photographs on your wall. “Several pictures of you and your friends at Harvard and Yale, and even in the adorable penguin suit with the Whiffenpoofs, but not one of your diplomas. Photos of you and your fellow parishioners but not one of your Metropolis Archdiocese Humanitarian of the Year Awards. Various examples of your amateur photography, landscapes, historic sites, animals, people, but not one single picture of you by yourself, but lots of pictures of . . .” Miss Kyle's finger cross overs several photos of Jane and pauses on your wedding picture.

Turning her head to you she gives you a tender look, “You're a good man, Dr. Anderson, I do hope you enjoy your birthday.”