On the way there we got to know each other a little better. I found out he was Detroit and he came to New York because of his job. He wasn't married a...d had no kids. I told him I was from New York and that I worked in a law firm, I was married, but the sex was just horrible, and that I had two kids. Once we got to his loft apartment all the small talk stopped. As soon as he opened his door I wasted no time getting to what I came there for. As he locked his door I started to undress slowly. As. "I'll see you after they leave?" You're a smart guy, CB."I looked at the clock, and considered to myself. It'd be tight but I'd have time. Maybe I should have felt guilty for what I was considering, but I'd made no promises to Cindy, nor her to me. I walked outside, and knocked on the Cooke's back door. Janet opened it up. "Hi Brian," she said. "Don't you have a date tonight?" Not for at least another hour," I said. "So..." Plenty of time," we said together.She laughed at that. "So, want some. "Coach Baker came up to the counter and Nurse Simpson stepped toward him and smiled. "Yes, Coach?" she asked as a perky light danced at her eyes."Hi, Nurse Simpson. Are you subbing for Diane and Louise?" Call me Tina, Coach Baker," she smiled, "And yeah, I guess I'm watching things here while they're out." Well, that's sweet of you, Tina," -- she giggled for him -- "And call me Jim," he shrugged."Thank you, Jim." Do you smell something, Tina?" he gazed into her eyes."Smell something?" She. I was way out on a financial limb. I had no formal position in the table of organization. I was a roving trouble shooter. I solved client problems and corrected mistakes. I didn't make many friends!Annie danced with anyone who asked, laughing and flirting, paying less and less attention to me as time passed and wine flowed. Brad danced with her often. Toward the end of the evening, they danced only in each others arms.They never moved far from the table. Annie's dress was open, Brad had plenty.