The way kids did things in the Bay Area was spontaneous, original, and often outrageous. His Yankee world view had collided with new-age-hippidom, and...the results had been predictable. He had shed his alter-identity in a heartbeat – well, more like a semester – and had met the first of many California Girls. Somewhere along the way, all thought of Brooke MacDonald had simply – vanished. Paul had remained in California for medical school, and he quickly lost his attachment to undergraduate. ”“Do you design and make things as well as deliver?” I questioned.“Michael,” he said. “It’s my company ... I do everything. Here’s my card.”He called his guys together and they all left. What a nice guy!That was everything we expected. Taking the Savana, we all went to dinner. I told Peter to take us to his favorite place, and in a few moments, he said, “This is our favorite place in town” and we pulled up to the Ponderosa Steakhouse.I love this place, with large steaks. Everybody but Kit Kat. He was a assistant psych instructor from the state college, Jack had told me. And a little down on his luck, by the looks of him. His suit was a bit shiny in the seat and showing a little wear at the elbows and knees. In fact, he had the unmistakeable aura of desperation about him. No wonder he was moonlighting in this hypnotist gig. This guy could be bought. Probably cheap, too."Professor, I was wondering whether I might request a minor favor." He looked up from his drink. "There's a certain. She leaned her big cleavage over to me, CHEERS, husband.We laughed. They told me of the goings on at the bar. How the guys kept buying them drinks from a distance, and they did their best to keep the free booze flowing. Leaning over, showing lots of thigh, and whatever, and giggling. It made the boys in the bar uncomfortable. One guy tried to finger fuck my wife, when she came out of the bathroom. Put his hand up her skirt. She smacked his hand.The MILF, Tiffany, got a lot of cell phone numbers.