”Sheela looked up with a smile on her face, “Dinner atRocko’s and V.I.P pass for Club 905.”“I didn’t picture you a... the clubbing type,” I said.“Well you know, gotta try and keep up with the youngfolks and some of the things they do,” Sheela firedback.“I don’t go out much myself.”“I have always wanted to go into club 905 for some timenow, but never had the right company.” Sheela had asmile on her. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty. After we broke our kiss, she kept her arm wrapped around my waist and turned to Jennifer and said, “Have a good evening, talk to you tomorrow.” Jennifer smiled and said, “You k**s have a good time tonight and you better believe we will talk tomorrow.” Her smile turned into a more mischievous grin.As we walked out the door, I asked Ann,” How was your day?” She responded,” Today was one of the most fun days I have had in a long time.” I wanted so bad to ask her about the shopping trip but. ’ ‘But…’ ‘Hush Miss Harlow. No bleating. I did say if she couldn’t get to work in time. I’ll make my own way around the offices unaccompanied. Actually I prefer it that way.’ Nash had to grin. Everyone in the offices he visited had their heads down working and when he approached each person then would look up and smile and say good morning Mr Reeves. At least the receptionists were efficient in getting everyone briefed. He stepped into the elevator behind a woman in a gray skirt outline a trim.