“Do you want breakfast?” I asked as I picked up her cup, she smiled at me, “No No Mr Frank, I meet my friend Olga for breakfast” she replied w...ich was fine with me, “OK, I do more coffee while you shower” I replied and she gave me a hug and OMG I could feel the warmth of her body against mine and just knew we would have another good evening, after all there was still half a bottle of vodka left.I returned downstairs and put some fresh coffee on and already I was feeling better or maybe it was. Still, I like how youthink. Yes. Bobby would never know a seventh grader. We could make herup to look older, pad her bosom..." You are sure an expert at padding your bosom!" I snorted, and waited toget pummeled.Unfortunately that never happened. Instead, all my sisters began lookingat me closely."Seventh grade...good skin, no zits...nice teeth...not too short or tall...noAdam's apple to speak of...nice and slender...hmmm...hmmm...!!" Oh no!" I shouted. "I can tell what you're thinking! No way,. The room was illuminated by a fire burning in the hearth. Above the hearth, a portrait of Heinz Horowicz was hung. The picture showed a bespectacled man entering middle-age, still quite handsome, yet with piercing but intelligent eyes. A long oak table separated two oak chairs at each end of the table, while a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, high above the table. At one end of the room beside the entrance, the creature noticed a fifth journal page that rested on a wooden bench. The. You see, I really did die that night. John Garson, driven businessman, raconteur, incipient alcoholic, is no more. He died when I accepted my death on that rooftop. I go by Jay Garson now. I'm quieter. I still have my sense of humor, but I don't need to be the center of events. One glass of wine is enough for dinner, no nightcaps need apply. I'm content to enjoy life as it comes. I date occasionally, but I'm not looking for one night stands anymore. When I meet a woman, she has to meet a much.