Now, I ain’t exactly slow. From the moment the door crashed open and I saw Bernie standing there — breathing heavily as he nearly always did, drag...ing all that weight of his around — I’d had it figured that he had a fire up his arse about something. The problem was — for some unknown reason — I kinda doubted that it had anything to do with last night’s curry, because he didn’t head to the karzi. He’d launched himself across the bar in my general direction. At that stage of the game Bernie’s. It didn't, however, change the fact I was totally wasted, mostly naked, and leaking semen from every part of my body. That didn't bother me, although part of me wondered if it should. The problem was that it was late at night, I was sitting in the nearly empty parking lot behind the Bad Hoss, and I couldn't remember what my rental car looked like or where I'd put my keys.After a few minutes of thought, I remembered I'd left the car at the hotel precisely to avoid having to drive drunk. I tried. After dinner we went to the local miniature golf course and go-cart track. We had a blast there and at this point I think that we were starting to become a little more comfortable with each other. From there on we went to the movies and saw ‘Bruce Almighty.’ I don’t really remember much about the movie to be perfectly honest, I was way too busy thinking about her and how I was doing on this date. What did she think of me? Did she think I was a total jackass? Did she regret giving me her number?. Check them out for ourselves."We she thought ... ourselves? Christ, I'm not letting some fucking asshole make-believe cop see my tits, much less my... "Well I don't think that's going to happen, at least not in your lifetime. Besides, I think you are required to have a woman agent do something like that." She watched the supervising agent nodding his head and thought, well finally someone with a brain in his head.Mark smiled. "Well yes ma'am, technically you're correct ... a woman agent is.