. I don't know what to say -- except I'm sorry. I know i should have called and explained but..." Maybe you could explain tonight -- over dinner." Aar...n, you've been so nice to me, but I have to break from the past -- start over." Couldn't we at least have dinner together?" I... yes, of course, I certainly owe you that."He looked back to see several impatient customers waiting in line behind him."Then I'll pick you up about eight," he said as he signed the receipt and started to walk. I leaned close to him and flirted with him. I could see a few looks from people in the restaurant. Some looked envious of him others looked mildly disapproving because of the age difference. Most just ignored us.Part way through dinner he couldn't help himself. He put a hand on my knee. I immediately put my hand over his and slid his hand up just a bit. He felt lace."Oh my God Emily. Are you wearing thigh high stockings?"I smiled at him and nodded. No one could see his hand on my thigh and he. Within seconds, the door opened and the same Nurse from the day before came in. ‘How you doin’ honey?’ she asked brightly. Well, I felt sick, swollen, sore and generally a mess. ‘All right.’ ‘Good. No food for tonight, just rest and stay still.’ I brought my right hand up to my breasts, bandages. I slept. It was the next day when Doctor Tillman came in, followed by Doctor Hansett. ‘Well, let’s see.’ I mumbled something in reply, off came the wrappings on my face. He held up a mirror, I looked. And a tax document."You should ring off the win," a cute girl suggested."How to I do that?" Stick a twenty in it and pull the arm." Ok."I did like she asked ... the wheels spun ... I turned away ... Flashing lights, sirens, horns ... I'd won again. The manager ... who hadn't left yet ... got all bug eyed. He whispered to the cute girl and she took off. She was back in a few minutes with a second check ... and the tax man ... he wanted twenty eight percent of both checks.This time, the cute girl.