I still don't know...he's pretty gawdamn weird. "I still don't..." If you want more of this my dear then come with me." ...Ahhh...um..." Oh christ.....this guy must be crazy if he thinks I'm going home with him. "Uh...um... well, I don't know..." I know you must be frightened, but please don't be my sweet...you have nothing to fear from me."Oh gawd...I feel funny. What is he doing? Shit! He's taking off my wig! In the bar! Uh...Oooh...I feel strange again. What is that feeling? My wig is. If you call, call me on the cell phone." Okay. Love you. Got to go."I took my time driving into Philadelphia. I didn't go straight to the Radisson: I stopped and got a cheese steak first. It was going to be a long night. I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I parked in the garage area of the hotel and just waited. Sooner or later, I had to go into the hotel, I just couldn't figure out when to do it. The cell phone call helped me make up my mind."John, I just wanted to let you know that I am. I called her on the pretext of making sure things were ok. ‘Plausible deniability’ was a term I had heard somewhere before that seemed to fit with my guilt avoidance technique. No need to ruin a perfectly good business relationship over a mistake due to overly active gonads. I truly wish I could now tell you of the magical lovemaking that ensued that evening. But that was not what my phone call was to produce. She told me that she was indeed ok, but that the beer had gotten the best of her and. Walker smiled at him and offered a printout of some sort to him. ‘The last time I tried to give an accounting of our hospital fund, all hell broke loose. I thought that I’d just pass it out on paper this time. Look at the bottom line, Steve.’ ‘Wow! Can this be right? We’ve raised over $412,000! That’s hard to believe. That’s way better than I ever dreamed we’d do.’ Steve was going to say more, but Charlotte and Gwen entered the room, and right behind them was Jordan Quick! Gwen smiled and gave.