Her date book sat open to September 13, 1968. I also checked out the other offices. They were small with the gray metal furniture. What I noticed was ...hat, aside from a small number of reference texts, none of the desks had notebooks, not even pads to take phone messages on. Most of the desks didn't even have drawers.Crossing the hall, I found the file room. It was packed from floor to ceiling with gray file cabinets and wooden shelves. Row upon row of notebooks and boxes. Everything had a file. I quickly turn and realize that I've turned too quickly. The sharp pain in my still injured knee reminds me that I still have a long time to go before I'm in the shape that I once was. I walk more slowly towards the door and the stairs. As I get to the top of the stairs, I see her looking around."Claudette, you have no right to be here," I hiss. "I believe the restraining order still prevents you from coming anywhere near me as well."She looks like hell, which in itself should make me happy,. Don't worry about word choice. Just say it as it comes out. I find it keeps the conversation real and it is easier to get to the heart of the matter. You won't offend me with word choice or language." This had become her standard disclaimer and instruction at the beginning of each appointment. When someone wants to say "fuck" while they are trying to think of the word "intercourse" it would slow and even derail the conversation. She found it better if people would say what they were used to. I'll give it all to you if you stop now and go. I won't call the police or anything... 'I laughed. 'I'm going to take it anyway but first, Lady, I'm going to give you such a hard fucking time you'll wonder if it was a nightmare or one long wet dream. Now show me those tits -- and I'll show you what treat's in store for you!' And so saying I unzipped my jeans to expose the 'Joy Balls' enhanced erection which was still growing.Whether it was the sight of my swelling prick, my alcohol inspired.