But Eric was right, I was hooked. I'd finally given up, and dedicated one day a week to it. I didn't tell Eric until I was done with it. He'd dropped ...y, on his way to another date. Somehow word got out that we weren't drug dealers, but movie makers. Poor little rich girls, poor girls, and just regular girls were suddenly interested in playing tennis with us, inviting us to the juice bar afterwards to 'get acquainted'. It got so bad I thought seriously about changing clubs.Eric was having the. ”Her eyes were now bright red and a soft hissing was coming from her mouth. Her body was quivering slightly as if she were tensing to strike.I lifted my ale and held the glass up as if making a toast. “But I,” I said brightly, “can turn that around.”I took a sip and then smiled at her as I set my glass back on the table. I could see that she was trying to calm herself. She took several deep breaths and then asked, “How?”“You need someone to believe in you,” I began, “and you need a source of. Okay?”Willie smiled at us, “Will do, guys. Oh, and just before we came here, Mary said she gave me some power to be invisible? I haven’t had a chance to practice it yet.” He was thinking, then added, “It was cute, too, but little CJ even said he wanted to help! I couldn’t help but hug the little guy. I’m glad I didn’t crush him, after seeing what I did to your hands!”Ding! And the light came on!“Ugh, Willie? Did you feel anything ‘strange’ when you hugged CJ?” I used air quotes.“Now that you. Ced ignored his mom’s demands of a bill less than five hundred. He was going all in. Only his security man and the coach were of age to drink and he made sure the waitress kept them full of spirits. In the end, the night cost him nearly five large on his AMEX. Ced, in an act of smartness, decided the security man and the dancers should take an Uber back to the hotel so they arrived safely. He suggested he could drive the coach back because he had not been drinking. Everyone agreed. Ced pulled.