Paul brought us a glass of wine then went and laid down on the couch. "It's beautiful," she said, "but I really feel that I'm imposing." Then she star...ed to cry again. Like at the club I held her.I saw that this was having an effort on Paul; I could almost read his mind thinking, maybe tonight wouldn't be totally ruined after all.I brushed Yoko's hair from her eyes and took her to the bed. I took a tissue from the nightstand and dried her eyes."There now it is going to be alright," I said as I. ”“Oh, no, it's fine thanks, but very kind of you, it’s just we don’t see many guys in here and I thought you might be interesting company.” Christine glanced at the silent stranger, her face glowing again as their eyes met.“You’re very welcome, I hope we live up to your expectations, but it's sure nice to meet a fellow American. I’m John and this is Tony, perhaps we can get you two a drink?” He said, introducing them both and noticing the wine glasses on the table were almost empty.“I’m. You were supposed to be the anti-Cory. We've had to contend with Cory Zane's crap for years, waiting for him to grow up. He never did. Now he's old and through, but right up 'til the end, he was still a goddamned kid between the ears."One of the reasons we picked you up was because we thought we'd found a grown-up this time. Maybe you've never even heard of it, Travis, but there used to be something called 'The Oriole Way.' Back when this club was good -- when it was really good, not just. Of course, doing everything at once had the important advantage that it was fast. My plan is slow enough as it. Just because I don't love my sister doesn't mean I don't want to fuck her! The longer it took to seduce her, the longer I'd have to wait, and the longer it would take before I could quit my job.After going out with my sister yet again, it was time to really go all out. If I'd been going with my first plan, I would have made a joking remark about going out on a second date. Instead, I.