“Well, you never know! At least you can go out on a date and see if you are compatible. You are always telling me I have to try new things. You say ...��how do you know you won’t like it if you never try it’. That’s your favorite phrase I think.” I told him, putting my hands on my hips and glaring at him as I argued my point.He grinned at me, trying to hold back a chuckle. “You are so much like your mother when you get riled up!” he said, “Okay, I will tell you what. I will ask your Miss Parkinson. He could tell that I was not in the mood and pulled me into the kitchen. “What’s going on, Jon?”“It’s a long sad story, and I need some time to get over it. I just needed someone to hang out with while I got away from home.”He looked at me closely. He and I had been to Afghanistan together. He was in another platoon in the same company. “Jon, what’s this about?”“Short story. I was dating a woman I think I was in love with and she was gunned down by relatives of a guy I sent to jail protecting. Taris had left a letter on his door and as he opened it to find tickets for free drinks at the Clairvoyant. Pocketing them he wondered why she worked at a strip club, she didnt seem that bright but her apartment wasnt the obvious stripper digs. Victor only knew one person who would go to the strip club with him and not let word get back to the office it was his only friend he still had in town. He shrugged and got out his phone hoping he could just leave a message. But, it was not to be. Hey. Thank you, my dear, that will do for now. Shall we order? I’m absolutely famished, my love, I hope our dinner comes soon. Now, Violet, why are you squirming so—is your seat not comfortable? Ah, I wish you’d told me while our waiter was still here. Let me see if I can get his attention...oh yes, I insist—I don’t want you to be uncomfortable while we dine. Here he comes now. Sorry to be such a nuisance, Bradley, but Violet so enjoyed demonstrating her skills to you that she got very wet—isn’t.