James I will do anything’s, let’s just work it out without the police ””You will do anything? I nodded without thinking, “ yes anything just...don’t tell Curt of call the police”Smiling Mr. James told his wife to get into the mustang and follow us home . She asked him what he was up to but he ordered her to just do as she was told .He led me to the passenger side of the SUV and opened the door and told me to get in . He went around and got behind the wheel . Mr. James reached over and pulled the. He quickly orders himself a glass of whisky and grabs my cocktail and whisks me over to a quiet table in the corner. As he walks in front of me towards the table I find myself in shock. He is a very, very beautiful man, he looks delicious. He is wearing a dark grey suit with a white crisp shirt and a silk black tie. He looks so strong and big and I can’t help but feel a little turned on. He places down the drinks onto the table and turns to me, he gestures for me to squeeze into the bench. “Thank you.” I said with a laugh, and a handshake as I handed him a tip. “I needed that.”Opening the door to the noise of the crowded dining room, I tried to fight the self conscious thoughts of feeling as if on stage as I made my way back to the bar.Who could it be? Was she watching? It was a strange new feeling for me, to feel the weight of the eyes of strangers, and I tried to disguise my nervousness as best as I could.It felt almost a relief to take my seat, sipping again at the comfort of. On the other, I felt fear; fear that I couldn't find a solution that would satisfy us both and bring about a complete reconciliation. Were we doomed to be just friends or would one of us have to sacrifice our new life to be with the other?When I finally realized what I was feeling above all else, it was the absence of anger. I didn't know if it had just gone into hiding or whether I was repressing it for the sake of my ambitions but it wasn't where it had been; sitting right on the surface,.