When I returned to Harvard’s companion selection center later that afternoon, I was told that two of the four women I was supposed to be meeting wer... sisters who just happened to be at a local pizza joint last night and were caught up in a pick-up. Since I hadn’t officially promised to take them, they went ahead and signed on with another sponsor with open slots to fill. I gathered that one of the companions who hadn’t been picked must have been there and informed the University, of their. His heart was still pounding like crazy when he opened them again and saw she was still there on her knees but sitting back a little, smiling. “Where did you learn how to do that, baby?” he asked her. “God you’re so fucking good. I’m sorry I came so fast, but holy shit you surprised me with that, well ALL of it.”Chad realized that he had called her baby, as if this was a date and not her job. He’d have to watch that. He wanted them to be on a first name basis, but he had always deliberately. If we keep it professional?" I left it hanging. He looked at me for a minute and thought. "You know, that's actually a pretty good idea. Keep it away from the house and kids, and no promises or gifts, no expectations other than you listening to my problems and if something else happens in that time, well, it's time I don't mind spending money for." "OK, if we're going to keep it professional, I honestly have no idea how much I should be getting." I said with a grin. "I've never made it a. “I want to get you in trouble and then I want to keep you there. Tell me, how many guys have you danced with tonight?”Her response took a little awhile; apparently, she was having fun. But this didn’t concern me; if I were to have her it wouldn’t be on the dance floor. Instead, we play the waiting game until she’s alone, has exhausted all the temptations of the club and is lying on the bed of her lonely flat. “Only a couple. No one who excited me. God, I remember that night like it was.