You know my fashion sense. Bye.”Doug asked if I knew a restaurant for the four adults in our party.“I’ve eaten at the Barge ‘n Grill. Both tim...s I had steak and it was delicious. Just don’t be put off by their exterior. Inside everything is quite comfortable.”“How long to drive there?”“Doug, I don’t drive. I generally take the bus or if I’m in a hurry, a taxi.”“Kyle, please consult Google for driving times to the restaurant and the Practice House.”Doug presented the plan.4:30 depart for Barge. "And you nearly drove me crazy this morning. I was so overwhelmed, I almost called for one of those private jets to fly to me Houston right then," she told me."I'm sorry," I thought to her insincerely, as I looked at the middle-aged, overweight, and balding courier. I had to chuckle at the irony of it.He furrowed his brows, waiting patiently."Pink," I told him.He simply held out a receipt, and a pen, assuming that any teenager with a railcar like this ought to know about signing for couriered. She pushed her left thigh upagainst my right arm. I really missed those days.“I missed not seeing you,” she said, while rubbing theshampoo into my head.“Me too,” I said enjoying her fingers through my hairsand her tight up against my arm.After she was done with the shampoo she walked me overto her station. After getting situated in chair underthe tarp she started cutting my hair. This time I madesure that my left and right hands stuck out farther onthe arm of the. As the guests enjoyed their drink and talked amongst each other she reflected on the events that evening. He made a good choice of guests for her to serve. Each had been so different. The first had been so very nervous that it calmed her, allowing her mind to find a balance for the service task ahead. She had felt a certain empathy with this guest, bringing out the care aspect of her as she tried to help him last as long as he possibly could.The second guest had been rough, almost brutal. This.