The Sun illuminates the room, causing Sam to rub his eyes. Oh man, he thinks what time is it? Wait, why is there a skylight in my bedroom? As he starts to roll over, he realizes he is pinned to the bed by a heavy arm and an even heavier leg. Craning his head as far as he can, he sees Antoine looking at him sleepily. "Morning, beautiful." Sam cannot contain his surprise, "Hey...uh, morning...right, it must be." Antoine gives a strange look, "You okay? Your voice sounds different." Sam curses himself, I'm still in bed with a guy who thinks I'm a woman. He whispers, "Just a really dry throat." Antoine smiles, "Dry? I'm surprised with how much you drank of me last night." Sam laughs nervously, oh those were the wrong words to use. Sam then whispers, "Uh, maybe some coffee, if you have any. Please?"

Antoine smiles and kisses his forehead. "Anything for you," he says, getting up naked and walking out the bedroom door. Sam cannot help but watch him walk slowly out of the room. As Antoine turns the corner, he says jokingly over his shoulder, "I know you are watching me leave." Sam laughs nervously, then jumps out of bed. Hmm, I can tell it has been a while, he grimaces to himself, noting the discomfort around his butt area. Pushing past that, every part of the body shaper seems to still be stuck on him like it should be. Whew, he thinks, now I gotta get dressed. He starts looking for his clothes, but he does not see any on the floor. He steps into the bathroom, hoping to find them there, but nothing. He does see a small, silky red bathrobe, so he decides to put it on. It is barely long enough to cover his butt, but that is far enough. Antoine might not notice the faint lines on my body from the body shaper, he thinks to himself, but just in case, I need to keep them hidden.

Antoine calls up as Sam still cannot find any clothes from him or Antoine. Keeping the bathrobe wrapped around him, he walks down the stairs to the smell of breakfast and coffee. In the kitchen, a naked Antoine hands Sam a mug of coffee. As Sam takes a sip, trying to not stare, Antoine then puts a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. "I don't know if you eat a big breakfast, but I do. Especially after a workout." Antoine chuckles at his joke, but Sam smiles nervously as he drinks his coffee.

He tries to tighten his diaphragm but cannot seem to get a handle on it. I cannot talk like myself, he chastises himself, as I sound nothing like Samantha. With a hoarse whisper, he says, "Thanks, but I really gotta get to work. But before I do that, I need my clothes." Antoine frowns, realizing something is not right. "Uh, sure...I think they are across the hall from where we ended up. Are you sure you are okay?" Sam starts to recall their "tour" of the bedrooms during the evening and morning hours. "Uh, yes...sorry, I just did not plan like I would not be at home when I woke up." Antoine nods his head, but is still not convinced. Sam can tell he is suspicious, but he is afraid to say more for fear of giving himself away, literally.

Sam can hear Antoine scraping the breakfast he made into the trash, as he walks up the stairs. He does find his clothes, and quickly dresses himself. He uses one of the bathrooms to check his looks, touching his make-up slightly with the contents of his purse. When he gets back downstairs, Antoine is dressed with his keys in his hand. Without a word, he opens the front door and car door, allowing Sam to receive the chivalry of a man who certainly does not feel very chivalrous. The car ride is quiet and cold. Sam feels like he could cut the tension with a knife. He might say something, but his mind is racing with what he has to do before he can start his workday.

"My car is..." Sam says softly, but then Antoine finishes it with, "Still at the demo room. I know. Be there shortly." Sam nods, knowing he really should say more. At the townhome, he gets out without help. He knows his time is short, as his workday is about to start, and he is still wearing the body shaper. He turns to say goodbye, but Antoine has already pulled away. Sam feels bad. This is just how my life goes, he says to himself, I finally meet someone I like and who likes me, but to cover my deception, I have to appear cruel and uncaring. With heavy sigh, he turns and steps into the townhome.

"Okay," he says while looking around the apartment, "Everything looks the same as I left it, so I have got to move quickly." He slides over to his office on the right, checking his calendar. Only two meetings, he reads, that is good. I've got five demos this afternoon, which is more than usual. Ken is scheduled to help me today, so I have to hope he is not early. Rising from the desk, which is actually the "dining room" table, he moves to his bedroom.

He peels off his dirty clothes and drops them in the dirty clothes hamper. Being alone in the apartment, he does not mind being nude, even if his body does not look like his normal one. He walks across the hallway to hop in the shower. He just starts the water, when he hears his door bell. No, he yells to himself, no, he cannot be here yet.

Grabbing his robe, which is probably more masculine looking, he rushes to the front door. Sure enough, Ken is standing there at attention. Oh no, Sam cringes, what do I do? I cannot leave him out there, but I cannot let him in. He stands there frozen, trying to work a solution. His analysis is broken by Ken ringing the doorbell again. Instinctively, Sam opens the door. Ken hides his surprise behind his "mask", saying ,"Good morning! I'm looking for Sam Seels." His bright cheery tone and smile are so incredibly fake, but then it is supposed to be.

Sam quickly closes the door and says, "ALL ALONE." Ken relaxes and says with a frown, "Who are you?" With some rest since being with Antoine, Sam is able to tighten his diaphragm and replies, "I'm Samantha, and there has been a change...obviously." Ken crosses his arms and replies, "Do you work with Sam, or did you work Sam over?" Sam cringes at that, knowing Ken does not know that they are the same person. Sam presses on, "I am the hostess for the demo room in the afternoon. Sam called me this morning and said he was really sick and went to the doctor." Ken does not move and replies, "So, you come over here naked?" Sam replies while pulling the robe tighter. "Uh, no," so she decides to push back, "If I want to ride one of my co-workers all night long, it really isn't your business." Ken backs down a little, "Sorry, did not mean to come on too strong..." Sam presses more, "I usually sleep until 10 everyday, so a call before 7, saying I had to be here no later than 8 to cover his morning meetings was not easy to do. I was just going through the harem closet to find something suitable to wear."

Ken can tell he might have gotten things off on the wrong foot, so he says more calmly, "I just met Sam recently, so we have not even worked out a real working relationship yet. How can I help?" Sam takes a deep breath, controlling his voice, he says, "Thanks...I really appreciate you being here. I'm just frantic trying to get it all together. He told me we have two meetings. One of them is an agent representing some sport's athletes, and the other agent represents some rich guy in the middle east." Ken nods his head, "That is right, so I had some ideas if you don't mind." Normally, Sam would squash those ideas, but he knows Ken at least a little bit, and standing wearing only a bathroom just 15 minutes before the start of a Zoom call is not ideal. "That would be great," Sam replies as he walks back to the harem room, "You can tell me all about it as I get dressed."

In 14 minutes, Ken and Samantha have set-up the Zoom room. Queen and Linda are both wearing satin, baggie boxers that shimmer in the lights. Queens has blue with white stripes down the side, while Linda has red with white stripes down the side. They have them facing each other with their fists out in front of themselves, as if they are about to have a boxing match. Samanatha, in her power suit that is actually made for Cindy, but is being forced to fit her, drapes a towel around Queen's neck to hang down to cover her chest. Ken is doing the same for Linda. Queen's hair has been changed to a short mohawk wig, while Linda has a pink crew cut on her head. The stands have gripped both of the love dolls legs, making sure they keep their pose perfectly. In-between them, but not quite separating them, Ken moves into position wearing his referee costume. He had brought it, just in case Sam liked his idea.

Samantha has to admit that this was a really good idea. I mean, she thinks with a smile, who could resist a busty woman wearing boxers and nothing else? She steps back towards the camera to take in the scene. Queen on the left, Linda on the right, and Ken in the middle...okay, that is looking good. "Okay, you see anything else?" She waits for his response, but none comes. She then turns to see he has just entered his "mannequin mode". He stands with one hand out in front of him, while he holds a whistle near his mouth. He smiles broadly, with the classic head tilt. Samantha stands there for a moment, taking in the scene. "Huh, you really do look like a mannequin."

The laptop beeps the same chime as it usually does. Taking a deep breath, she turns to activate the camera and mike. Just be Samantha, he tells himself, not Sam. You are a different person. You are...he squeezes his eyes shut, showing off the eye shadow he had added earlier...Samantha. She clicks the button and steps back, "Good morning," she starts with her feminine voice, "This is the right place, but you will have to talk to me today. Sam is out sick, and I am his co-worker: Samantha." The sports agent looks her up and down, and Samantha notes the "I just undressed you" look. Dude, seriously? There's two almost naked ladied behind me. He responds nonchalantly, "That's fine...you are much easier on the eyes than Sam." Samantha chuckles at that, then backs out of the shot. "Well, onto business...here we have the title bout in the Top-Less Category." She cannot see the screen at the moment, but she hears the man whistle. She smirks, Ken was right, this is perfect.

The rest of the meeting goes well. Samantha changes the poses slightly, removing the towels at one point, per the agent's request. She finds walking around a bit awkward, as the pants she is wearing are a little long, so she put on a pair of stiletto boots that had several inches to her height. Fortunately, the leather power suit is baggy in the legs, so the boots do not show. Leather, she internally snaps her fingers, that is why the guy was so interested in me at first. I did not think about that. Shrugging her shoulders, she leans on Ken as she mentions another feature of the love dolls. Before she realizes it is over, the agent has ordered both love dolls and their accessories. Samantha does not handle that, so hopefully Tina is at work on time today and filling the order.

Closing the connection, she takes a deep breath. "Well, one down." She then turns and releases Ken. He animates quickly and asks, "How did it go?" Samantha smiles broadly, her still fresh-wet-look lipstick reflecting the lights, "He loved it from the moment the camera turned on...great job!" Ken reaches out and gives her a hug. "Way to go...I knew you could do it." Samantha laughs as he releases her slowly. Easy there Ken, she thinks, we are just co-workers. She then says, "Okay, since you did such a good job on that one, what is your plan for the next one?" Ken grins devilishly, having already moved past the hug, "You are gonna love this one."

Both of them work to get Queen and Linda out of the room, to reset it with Cindy and Pamela. He had seen some actual harem outfits, so he wanted to do some sort of genie scene. While Samantha cannot quite see it in her mind, she decides to let him take the lead today. They get Cindy and Pamela dressed in their harem costumes, which are pink and green respectively. They are basically see-thru, but they have pants and tops, with their midriffs showing between them. Their gold shoes curl up at the toes, and their blonde hair is pulled up into a pony tail with a small type of hat that has a nearly-transparent veil to cover their mouths. While Samantha locks them on the stands, Ken puts their arms above their heads with the hands together, like they are doing some kind of dance. They are pushed side-by-side facing the camera.

"Okay, I need to put on my other outfit, then I'll come pose." Samantha asks, "And what will this be exactly?" He replies, "I'll stand on this side, arms crossed, as if thinking about which genie I want to serve me. Got it?" Before she can shake her head no, he is out of the room. Well, she thinks, it might work, or it might fail. Looking at the clock on the laptop, she realizes there is no time to turn back. A phone buzzes, so she checks it. It is Sam's phone, and it is a another text from his mom. Oops, she thinks, Z is kinda worried about Sam. I better respond so that she doesn't freak out more.

Sorry, mom. I was sick this morning, so Samantha is covering my morning meetings. heart emoji

Zerah responds almost instantly: should I ask what his name is that kept you out all night? wink emoji

Samantha blushes: I don't know what you are talking about. I'm really busy this morning though.

Zerah: Nice try, sweetie, but My Family app says you did not come home until 7:37 this morning. wink emoji

Samantha rolls her eyes: Fine. I was out late. You know him. Antoine. Gotta go. hand wave emoji

She sits the phone down as Ken comes in and it buzzes again. He is wearing a white cloak with a white turban. "See? I'm a sultan!" Samantha rolls her eyes again. "Sure, Ken, whatever. Just mannequin up, it's time to start." He starts his phrases as the laptop chimes. Samantha moves to start the meeting, just as Ken stiffly moves to his pose, staring at the "genies" that are "dancing" for him. She steps back from the screen to see a new agent. "Morning, I'm Samantha. Sam is sick this morning, so I'm filling in for him." The agent does not smile nor acknowledge her greeting. He makes a note on his pad, then looks back up. He almost looks bored, or perhaps he just woke up. I'm not sure what time zone he is in, she thinks.

This meeting is very different, as the agent has little to say. He asks short brief questions, none of which pertain to the set-up. She goes to demonstrate the poseability of Cindy, when the man stops her. She turns to see him reaching for the screen. "I'll talk to Sam when he returns. I'll set up another meeting." Samantha starts to reply, but the connection ends. "Huh," she mumbles out loud, "What was his deal?" Checking the time, she decides to not revive Ken yet. I will wait until the time is supposed to be over for the meeting, so that he does not know what happened. Maybe the agent could not figure out the set-up either?

Samantha takes a moment to hang up some of the clothes and put wigs back in their drawers. She has not looked at what has been ordered for this afternoon's demonstrations, but she feels confident that boxers and mohawks are not on the list. She also replies to a few emails for herself, and for Sam. She is really glad to be off camera, and go back to just showing men to the back room. The maid thing was fun for a day, but not sure I want that again so soon. Maybe I could do something that requires no talking, she thinks, my throat is killing me.

When Ken revives, he is excited to hear it went well. He hugs Samantha again, for a longer than he should this time, and offers to help clean up the room. Samantha, still walking slowly in the high heels, is happy for the help. Between the two of them, they have everything put away in just a few minutes. "Thank you," she says as she closes the container door on Pamela," for your help today! I literally could not have made it without you." Ken smiles, genuinely this time, "You are welcome! I have been wanting to do something creative with work, but it just hasn't happened." Samantha replies, "I'll be sure to tell Sam how great you were." Ken winks, "You think I'm great? I'm flattered." He smiles at her, and just before he speaks again, Samantha knows exactly when he is going to say. "So, would you be free this weekend? I'd love to get to know you better, especially since we probably won't work together again."

Samantha decides she should let him down easy, especially since she does not know what is going on with Antoine. Ken is attractive, and seems deeper than his job would require, but there is so much going on right now that is not normal. She shifts to face him, but her heel gets caught in the carpet. Rather than turning, she leans forward to catch herself. Ken's arms are out and embraces her. Normally, he is taller than her, but with the heels, they more than embrace, as Ken's lips touch hers. She tries to apologize, but his arms wrap her tight, and his kiss deepens. She wants to pull back, but then she finds herself kissing back. Wait, why am I kissing him?

He pulls back, still holding her tightly, "A simple yes would have been fine, but this was much, much better." She smiles awkwardly and tries to explain, but he is already leaning in for another kiss. With her mouth partially open to speak, his lips open as well, inviting his tongue to enter her mouth. She can feel a tingling coming over her again like last night. Without realizing she was doing it, her left foot comes up off the ground, bending behind her. The traditional pose was not intended, but it somehow felt right with the tingles moving all around her body. "Well," she says breathlessly when they part lips, "I guess can't say no now, right?" He chuckles, his arms still embracing her. "Nope, you are stuck with me. Friday night? When do you get off work?"

Samantha thinks on that, still staring into his blue eyes. "Not sure, but why don't you come get me here at 5. There is always something to do in the demo room." He moans mockingly, "I'm sure there is." She pulls away and playfully slaps him on the arm, "Not what I meant and you know it." He laughs and turns to leave, "Well, I better get going. I have a fashion show after lunch. Tell Sam I'll see him in the morning, and I'll see you at 5 on Friday." Samantha nods, "Uh, okay," her confidence shaken a bit at the mention of Sam, "sounds good." She watches him leave and close the door behind him. Ugh, she sighs heavily, how in the world did I let this happen? I have not been on a date in months, and now, I've got guys lining up at the door, she thinks with a frown, almost literally.

Zerah drops by at lunchtime. She looks like she may be going to the equestrian club again, with her riding outfit. Samantha and her enjoy a nice lunch, as they both have salads with her homemade dressing. "You know," she says while wiping her mouth, "Sam always complains when I bring him a salad. I like the fact that you like them so much." Samantha rolls her eyes, "Mom, it's me...Sam." Zerah brings her finger to her lips, "Shhh, your name is Samantha. Why, you don't even look anything like my Sammie." Samantha tries to explain to her that it is safe to refer to her as Sam when she is there, but it seems like more trouble than it is worth. Admittedly, Samantha and Zerah have been having a lovely conversation, like they both have a common friendship without any years of baggage to get in the way. While this does not happen often, Samantha would say she enjoys the time with Sam's mom...uh, my mom.

Once Zerah is gone, having dropped off a couple of matched outfits, she leaves for her afternoon appointment. For Samantha, the rest of the afternoon is uneventful. She plays hostess to the 4 men who have appointments. While they use the demonstration room, she cleans up from the Zoom calls earlier, but in reality, there is not much to do. In between each session, she easily cleans up and tidies the room and its contents. If she was being honest, she missed wearing the maid costume. She has never done it other than that one time, but since that time, it almost does not feel right to not wear the maid costume. The debate is long, but eventually, she talks herself out of it.

Ken is there bright and early the next day, and in Sam's mind, he is more eager than ever. He is almost annoying in his excitement to get into the Zoom calls. He has opinions and ideas on everything. Sam appreciates the help, and for the most part, Ken's ideas are really good. Sam just hates giving up his creativity to Ken, but then if he makes him mad, Sam might get stuck with the Maggies again. However, he cannot let go of it all, as it is his job on the line, not Ken's. Later in the week, Ken makes a comment after Sam said no, that "Samantha really liked all his ideas." Sam, in his frustration, said, "Well, I'm not Samantha, okay?" Ken frowns slightly and replies, "No, you most certainly are not." The two guys were able to pull it together, but Sam can tell he might have lost his temper and spoke too strongly. Fortunately, Ken is taking Friday off, and the Maggies are booked, so Sam will get to go back to how it used to be. Which, he thinks to himself, is that a good thing?

What made Thursday worse though, was right after Ken left under a dark cloud, Carl showed up. He had some things he needed to drop off and pick up for the corporate office. Sam was trying to eat lunch and clean-up while Carl was going on and on about dating his "sister". Any other day, Sam lets it go, but today, he is already on edge. Finally, he states, "Don't get attached okay. She still has to deal with her previous marriage, which I doubt she has talked much about." Carl stops putting papers in an envelope and looks soberly at Sam. "Married? She's been married before?" Sam should have backed off, but he did not, "Yeah, and it was not pretty. Just don't get too serious okay, she's hiding things, I'm sure of it." Carl frowns, "Really? She seems pretty open to me, and I've never known any woman like her. She is so...mature, level-headed. It feels great!" Sam had enough self-control to not respond directly to that, and choose to say, "Yeah, she is definitely mature."

Carl gathers the paperwork and heads out the door. Sam locks the door and heads to the back room. He needs to change for the afternoon sessions when his phone buzzes. Picking it up, he sees it is from his mom: what did you say?! Sam texts back: what do you mean? The message comes back almost as soon as he sent it: Carl. He's backing out of our date Saturday, as he just happened to talk to you about it. Sam rolls his eyes: I did not tell him to break up with you. She responds: Wait, he's breaking up with me? Why? WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM? Sam replies: Mom, I told you that all caps means yelling. She comes back: I KNOW!!! Sam then types: Look, Mom, I did not tell him anything. Really. I just mentioned you were married before and that he should be careful, you know?

She does not respond immediately. In fact, she does not respond at all. He then types: I had no idea you all were that serious. Maybe if you had told me or told him the truth. Again, there is no response from her. He starts to send her another message, when his phone gives him a warning that the user at this number has blocked him and not receiving messages. My mom blocked me? Sam wonders. How did she even know she could do that? He gets no answers and this part of his day took way longer than it should have. He has go to change clothes and genders quickly.

Friday proves to be very, very quiet. His Zoom calls were subdued, he got no emails from co-workers, and he got no messages from his mom. Normally, he might consider today the perfect day of peace, but all he can think about is what he did yesterday and if that had any effect on what is going on today, and he still has not contacted Antoine. He seems off his game, so normally he is not excited to be a hostess, but after the morning, he is ready for a change. He has another 4 sessions, all new customers. They usually have lots of questions, so he decides to go with a more standard outfit: striped power suit, but he uses the pencil skirt option instead. With them being new, he wants to make sure they know he is female.

The last man hangs around longer than the others, asking lots of questions about the love dolls. Samantha is more than happy to answer. This afternoon has gone very well. She has been 4 for 4 in signing each of the men up for future sessions. Her suggestions of love dolls and accessories have already given her a 4-star rating for the first 3 gentlemen. And from the questions and comments from this guy, she expects another 4-star rating. She finds standing next to him in heels, showcasing their catalogue feels very natural. As bad as Sam's morning was, Samantha's has been successful. Normally, it takes a while for him to transition to her, but today, it was like his mental side could not wait to get away from Sam.

The man leaves with a smile and the latest catalogue. She smiles warmly, thanking him for his business. She closes the door, and before she can get to her phone, it buzzes. Picking it up, it says, "4-star rating from recent session..." She smiles, saying, "Nailed it." Putting her phone down, she goes back to reset the demo room for sleeping tonight. Sam has tried sleeping on the special sheets for demonstration, but he says they are very uncomfortable. Samantha imagines that is true, as they are incredibly slick. She figures if you could cook on them, nothing would ever stick to them.

She just gets the sheets off when she hears a knock at the door. "Ken," she exclaims, "I almost forgot he was coming at 5 today." Smoothing out her skirt and checking her hair quickly, she walks to the front door. Opening it, she finds a man that looks like Ken, but somehow it is not. His hair is not slicked down and looks to be dark brown and not blonde. His hair blows in the wind coming through the breezeway, as he stands there wearing a denim shirt and brown pants with cowboy boots. Samantha cannot contain her surprise, "Ken?" He smiles as he walks in, his boots making a clomping sound, "Nope, my name is John Paul. I probably should have told you my real name. I haven't told Sam, and I don't plan to. He doesn't need to know, right?" Samantha closes the door and nods her head. "Sure, I mean, you are only working with him. We have a...different...relationship." John Paul smiles with a look that makes Samantha a little uneasy. Seriously, she thinks with a frown, you are going to undress me before we even go out on a date?

"Are you ready to go?" He asks, once he has completed his scan of her. "Almost," she replies, unsure of her excitement from before, "I was just cleaning up the demo room, so if you could wait just a minute while I start the laundry, that would be great." He nods his head and waits in the office area. She walks back to the bedroom, taking her time, as she cannot walk too fast with the tight pencil skirt. Once in the back room, she bends over to pick up the laundry, but then straightens sharply when she hears a whistle. She turns around to see John Paul almost drooling. Putting her hands on her hips, she decides to keep it light, "Hey, I'm not a love doll you can just stare at." He chuckles and walks back down the hallway, "Could have fooled me, gorgeous!" She blushes from the compliment, even if she feels a little cheapened by his actions. However, he has not made any serious passes at her, and she did kiss him on accident earlier in the week, so I'll have to watch myself closely, she tells herself.

She works quickly from cleaning up, and they go out to dinner. Samantha does not mind how the evening started, as she figures he was just being playful. His job requires him to completely control all feelings and actions, she reasons, so he is looking to let loose a little. She enjoys the casual dinner, even if she is over dressed with her business suit. Their conversation is good, and she keeps it mostly about him, which he is happy to oblige. This guy has done it all, and seems to be still trying to find his place in the world. Sports, two degrees, multiple jobs in various cities, and he is younger than me! Samantha cannot believe some of the stories. He makes a note to mention some of his competition trophies, which she seems skeptical.  After he pays for dinner, they travel to his home to prove his integrity. Needless to say, Samantha does not get home that night. In fact, she stayed for breakfast and lunch, realizing that their time together might just be a one-time thing. She's been practicing more, so she was able to keep her voice the same throughout the entire time.

He gets her back to the demo room where her car awaits. After he is gone, she steps back inside, sliding to the floor. "Two for two...can I pick them or what?" She says with a contented smile. While laying on the floor, she realizes again she never explained things to Antoine, and who knows what things will look like with John Paul. She needs to provide some closure, just in case. But wait, I cannot date anyone with Sam in the way. Sam...closure...I got to fix things with his mom, too. He really messed things up. But beyond the social, these guys are gonna want to do it differently at some point, and how will I be able to handle that? She ponders that thought as she sits on the cool tile floor of the entrance to the townhome. What is wrong with me? I'm getting all hot and bothered again.

Over the next week, Sam and Samantha settle into their respective times of control. Without really trying, they have solidified their split personalities. Sam speaks of Samantha as if she is a real person, even going so far as to text her things she needs to know when he is Samantha. Samantha is fully convinced that Sam is a different person, and while she never sees him, she is okay with that, as he swings the other way, and Samantha is not too sure about men that are not into women. Sam does not go on any dates, yet he strangely feels very fulfilled sexually. Samantha is currently dating two different guys, and while neither knows about the other, she knows she is going to have to choose soon. They both seem content with their casual dating relationship, but Antoine has mentioned maybe something more, while John Paul seems fine with things as they are. Zerah was finally able to talk to Carl, telling him the whole truth. Rather than push him away, it only makes him want her more. She made it clear he could not live with her (because he asked...twice) unless they were married, so he got Sam to get her old wedding ring from her house so that he could get the right size for a new one. He'll be proposing this weekend, and she will likely accept, and then the biggest question will be: will it be Sam or Samantha that comes to the wedding?