She was 45 years old and visiting NYC for work. She told me that she was staying at a really nice hotel on the lower east side and was looking for her...first random hookup after a messy divorce. Whether that was true or not I still don’t know but to be honest I didn’t really care. Around 9 pm she wrote me asking if I’d like to come to her hotel room and smoke a joint with her. I agreed, hopped in a cab and went downtown. When I got to the hotel I knocked on the door and she answered in her robe.. ;)D : how are u? Its been what.. 7 years.. How are all at home?S : am gr8, all are fine. Hoping the same. So, you are a doc…D : yeah, they are. Yay.. Yes I am, even I cant believe it.. ;)S : me tooD : wow.. you are Dr.Charming now.. ;)Then we exchanged details of our colleges and promised to meet over the next weekend. A week had never been slower in my life. It was saturday mrg, I began and reached at a restaurant by early noon where we had agreed to meet. I was early, nervous and waiting. I. Oh, I don’t know, why not? I could wear a matching bra and panty set with a belt to hold it closed!” “I would prefer it without the bra,” I told her. “People are going to see my underwear, so I want them to match. I don’t want to display my bare tits in the pub!” she explained. “Why not?” I asked, “because, as you say, no-one knows us here.” “Well, you’ll just have to see what I put on and like it or lump it!” she retorted. We lay in the cooling water for some time, before hunger pangs. He knew I was coming and I have the spare key.“No shit? Alright. You know where the beer is.” Lewis always had beer in the fridge. For all of his faults, he could be relied on for that.“That’s what I came for,” I say ruefully.“And to bitch about your boss, I'm guessing.”I pop the refrigerator open and grab the first bottle I see. I pop it and take a swig, glancing around the room while deciding where to start.Lewis pulls a series of wrapped objects out of a box and lays them out on a cheap.