The crafty girl had wisely picked up a profession at which she could make a living after the Olympic team failure.Phil and George chugged back over th... water in George's small boat."That Flair's crazy," Phil fumed. "She teased me to romp with her and then turned herself off. Did you notice she hardly spoke to me at dinner?"George sat back, flask in his lap, and watched Phil steer. He spoke from twenty-five years of experience in the hard world of show business."Flair doesn't want to marry. Yes, my guess was right. The roads are heavily congested and thetraffic is barely moving. Dad could drive up to this street, butit would take two hours to get in and two hours to leave here.One of the reasons why Mrs. Graham chose to operate here was dueto its busy traffic and streets were always filled with people.Moreover, it is Christmas Eve and everyone is rushing home now.I slumped onto the nearest sofa. I winced with pain, as I satdown hard on my bruised bottom. I lost hopes of leaving. So rockin, that even after some guys took their dates home, they came back to join the rest of the team in our attempt at “killing the keg.” By 2 a.m., we had all slowed down a touch, and the guys were sitting around in a great bullshit session. There were 10 guys and only 2 women left. Vickie and the other wife, Peggy, were in the den having their own talk session. Of course, sex was a big topic and a short time into the conversation, Tom, Peggy’s husband, stated that he and Peggy had an. "She told me she'd given the thing over to you guys. Like I said, she told me everything." Mm," he agreed. "Yes, that's about it except for some personal—" She was a hooker back then," I cut him off. "Yeah, I know that, too."His eyebrows went up and he gave me a speculative look. "And you're, uh, OK with that?" he asked."No, of course I'm not 'OK with that, '" I snapped. "I think it's a shitty way to make a living, a demeaning way for women. But are you asking me if I still love her and want to.