We chat with the others and decide to go out for dinner. All through dinner the flirtation was high. She was hitting on everyone, it seemed, including...the other two male suite-mates and the waitress. But the occasional contact she seemed to make with me under the bar or beside the shuffleboard table at the bar seemed to hint at more. Later when we all returned to the suite, we continued to drink. After a couple hours of chat, more drinking, some smokes, and good music, the other two suite mates. When I protested he said the client loved the pictures and raved about how sexy I looked and specifically requested me for the layout. I told Jim that I had to talk to Joe and would get back to him. Joe had mixed emotions. He wanted me to do it, but he couldn’t be there as he had an important meeting to attend. We finally agreed that I would do it, but that Joe needed to approve the photos that would go to the client. I was surprised that Jim agreed to this. I showed up the next day and saw the. I pondered the possibilities for a couple of hours, and finally realized I just didn’t have the knowledge or brain power to constantly develop and update probability trees on every little thing that could change. There was no way I could live and function in this timeline if I had to worry that any thing I did could instantly cause me to cease to exist. I tend to be a realist and I knew I couldn’t survive if I had to worry about every decision I made. I could just imagine becoming more and more. "Oh no, help me.." I admit I was squealing like a baby. He turned the car down a side road and parked, then took hold of my hand and placed a tissue over it. He took my other hand and told me to keep it over the wound.Then he pulled a small bag from the back seat and took out what looked like a first aid kit.He started to clean up my hand."It's not bad,"He told me, "You haven't done any major damage, that will be ok in a couple of days. Keep it covered."And he pressed a plaster over the.