We exchanged a lot of words, but that was all we exchanged. So the dinner was just two friends meeting for dinner. Except she confessed that on her fi...st or second date with her boyfriend, when he kissed her for the first time, she was thinking about someone else at the time.She had been thinking about me. But I was married, and that was forbidden territory for her.Or the time I wrote her an erotic story, and she ended up reading it while alone, out in a field in a park, and ended up. We can't very well do the show without you, canwe?"With that, the mystery caller hung up. Why did she think I was thisStephanie? I sat up and looked around. The decor seemed a bit differentin the room. Hard to put into words, but things seemed a bit moreflowery and lacking a masculine edge. The next thing I saw caused theblood to freeze in my veins. On the wall was a photo surrounded by anovelty frame. The frame itself had a little sign that said "Stephanieand Diane." Pictured was a stunning. I hadn’t even noticed them doing that.Owen, it was Owen, was leading me back into the house. There were men there, men in uniform.“Sam, these men are here to help us with your dad. Would that be okay?” he said. I nodded. I was beginning to regain actual consciousness.“Yes,” I said. “I understand.”There was sudden flurry of activity. I thought it was sudden. The men in uniform were moving back and forth. I saw them take my daddy outside, out the front door. I knew what they were doing. I wished. She had beautiful green eyes, long, dark curly hair. ‘Is it that obvious that I got stood up?’ ‘Well, in case you haven’t noticed I’ve refilled your water glass five times while you were waiting. I’ve been figuring at any moment your date would come in or you would run to the bathroom and I’m wondering which will happen first.’ ‘So, has the whole restaurant noticed or just you?’ ‘Look around,’ she signaled with her hand. Brian looked around and realized the place was almost empty. He hadn’t.