During my journey home, I replayed the evening. My date, and that still sounded odd to me, had arrived a few minutes late, dressed very demurely in a ...imple black skirt and white blouse. We talked initially about the previous week and all its oddities, often repeating, almost exactly, parts of our Saturday's conversation. As we relaxed, something helped by our attentive hosts, we discussed common acquaintances, which were exclusively work colleagues, before eventually talking about each other,. .. surely not in the car... people might see... moreover it's not exercise time." Please... people can't see... I need some exercise... please give daddy some extra exercise... please, Aisha."Aisha found it hard to refuse her father. If she refused he would be very disappointed. "What do you want me to do?"Her father took her right hand and placed it on the bulge. "Caress it... (he moved her hand all over the bulge)... squeeze it, Aisha, squeeze it again and again (he pressed her fingers to. Her arm was linked with that of a middle aged man who wore an out-of-date sports coat, which was a size too small for him. "What a contrast," he thought.He parked his car and went to his office. He pressed the intercom button and beckoned his secretary."Yes, Mr. Patterson?" I saw Marcie outside with a gentleman. Who is he?" Oh, that's Mr. Clausen. You remember. He's the gentleman who won't sell his property we need for the development west of town past I-35. Marcie is taking him to lunch to try. I didn't have one thousand dollars. I didn't even have one thousand Canadian. I didn't see any way out of Jessie having to give the guy a lap dance and she wasn't happy about it. She was almost drunk but not enough to allow her to do a lap dance. I think her anger was beginning to sober her up."Time to pay up," said John.Jessie moved to my side. I suppose it was for protection but I'm not sure what I could do for her in the state I was in."It appears that the lovely Jessie is not eager to give.