The industrial park the office was located in was toward the end of a dead-end street, with as many empty buildings as there were occupied, and even t...ose closed not long after 6 pm. There was the occasional delivery truck, sometimes someone who made a wrong turn, and amorous couple who didn't want to spend the money for a hotel room, even a police cruiser patrolling for trouble. All said, I had the area pretty much to myself. When I wasn't busy with a project or repairing an issue, I started. Hello? he answered groggily. Hey man, hope I didnt wake you, I said, knowing full well that I woke him up. Like a true best friend, he only bitched for a few minutes about how well he had been sleeping. I described to him what had happened that day, up until Mr. Clark walked in. As I said, I had tried to push all thoughts of that incident out of my head for the time being. Also, I wanted to deal with this on my own. There had to be a way to get out of this safely. There had to. Sean, as I. Memphis' best caterer was booked and we'd hire a live seven piece "Big" band. People would show up around six in the evening, men would go into the den to watch the college football games, and the women would sit around and gossip; mainly about the men." Of course, by dinnertime everyone had a pretty good buzz going. We had roasted leg of lamb as the main entrée of our seven course meal, as well as lots of drinks. By time dinner was over everyone was inebriated. About ten, the band started. We kissed over candlelight. Our “first kiss”. When we finished dinner, I escorted her out and suggested that we take a cab to my hotel (we had consumed a lot of wine). We made out like teen-agers in the back seat of the taxi as he drove us to the Jefferson Hotel. As soon as we entered my room, she melted into my arms and we kissed passionately, feverishly. I looked at her and smiled. “Sweetheart, I hope you don’t think I’m the kind of man who has sex with a woman on the first date!” She.