After.., Part 4: Doyle, though Ellen wasn't quite sure, but anyway, he'd been real fun, but she hoped he'd been gone,

real soon.  If he thought she'd make him breakfast...oh no, that wasn't happening.  And she also hoped, he'd get his bony hide th' ... out of her bathroom.  She had to be somewhere - so she had said.  From her bedroom suite, she heard the rustle of jeans, and the click of a belt.  She walked into the room, planted a kiss on his neck, and left a mark.  "Sorry, I have to run, early meeting," she lied.  Whether or not cowboy joe believed her, or even cared, he grabbed his hat and was gone.

For a refreshing change,  Ellen actually had all Saturday morning to herself.  Still in her teddy, she sauntered into the living room, switched on the flat-screen to watch a favorite set of programs - ones she seldom had time to watch.  Sacha, Warrior Princess was the kickoff, followed by The Fantanstic Four - a remake of a Saturday morning program which ran in the mid to late 1960s.  But the remake was far superior - three of the the hero's were female, the fourth - the ugly one - was ... well anyone's guess.  The third program, Ellen didn't  watch more than five minutes in, but instead had decided to get some random things done.  She really didn't have too much time to just lollygag away.  

By 10:30ish, she was finishing up the egg - cooked, just everso - a slice of melba toast, fruit cup and coffee she had prepared for herself.  Breakfast was really her favorite meal, the only one she actually enjoyed preparing...for herself.   

She needed a few things at the store, then she'd go over to the gym, then pick up her dry cleaning, come back, make some calls, get dressed, and head out to a certain party - one that, well, actually, she hadn't been formally introduced to the hostess, or any of her circle, but hey, there's ways around things.  Namely, Rick would be there, and he absolutely wanted to be kept up to date concerning a certain account.  Yep, that was the ticket in.

And, back in 2022, it's 10'oclock, party over for me, back into the time-machine.  Godda roll, goodnight.