We both would laugh in this nervous kind of laugh. I couldn’t believe this good looking woman, probably 10 years younger than me was sitting here in...my truck, kind of acting like she was attracted to me.The traffic finally broke and we made our way to her hotel, which was close by the airport. “Let me buy you a drink for giving me a ride” she said.“Well I should get on home,” I said knowing that I hoped she would talk me into staying.“Ah, come on, just a quick drink.”“OK, you talked me into. As my buddy’s girlfriend and her dipshit friend were still only 18 at the time, he and the two young girls spent the entire concert in the “Dry” section of the venue. As I’m not one to hang around with people who annoy me, I ventured to the bar and essentially hung out there all evening. Eventually I was joined by my slightly older work friend….Karen…yeah, let’s call her Karen…and we drank and drank and listened to the show, and drank, and chatting with each other as loudly as we could over the. "You're a kinky man, Mr Clegg," Angela smiled. "And you owe me a new pair of stockings. You've ruined them tying them around my wrists like that. Still, it was fun. I've never been tied up for sex before."Clegg smiled back. You've joined a elite group, he thought, there's not many women tied up by me that end up getting loose again. "Not even with Strangways?" he said. "Or is it the other way round with him?" Does he look like a playful man to you?" Angela asked."Maybe not," said Clegg."Maybe. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be this way. Take them. Throw them out. Do something. I really, really want to quit smoking this time around.” TJ grabbed the pack of cigarettes and ‘shot’ them into the garbage can as if he were shooting a basketball. “Do you? You tried every other time, and inevitably failed. Sarah, I want to help you, but this time you have to listen to me. Every single time I tried to lend my supportive suggestions, you ignored me.” “All you say is ‘mind over matter’ this, ‘mind.