Nancy and I started dating, and after we had been going out for three months I was offered a position at Mathews. It wasn’t the original position bu... was actually a better one. I would be the director of their design department.My patents were licensed to Mathews for a very nice amount of money, but my lawyer, a sneaky bastard if there was one, slipped and non-exclusive clause in the license agreement so I had ‘Go To Hell’ money and could and did license the patents to other companies.I was. “I’m Jamal Washington. I’m here to pick up Vicky,” Jamal said as he reached out his hand to James.“Yes, I’m James; Vicky will be down in a minute. Would you like something to drink — a beer or something?” James asked as he led James into the living room.“No thanks, I’m driving. It wouldn’t be good for a cop to get caught drinking and driving,” he said and laughed.“Uh ... no, that wouldn’t be good,” James returned. Jamal sat down and James sat across from him. Suddenly the room was very quiet.. What were they doing here? I’m dreaming? What am I doing here? I’d known these people for more than twenty-five years! Sharon! What do I tell her? Now what? Now fucking what?I picked up my jacket from the seat next to me. “I-I need a drink…” as I started to stand. “Me too, son!” Frank rose and picked up his coat, Esther slowly got to her feet nodding in agreement. “There’s a nice quiet lounge just down on the corner.”I turned and walked towards the opposite aisle, trying to collect my thoughts.. "Ya almost got both of us in a heapin helpin of trouble." Huh? How so?" Well, why don't you take a look in your pockets, and we'll go from there." Obediently you search your pockets and produce the acceptance letter, rereading it in surprise. "Is this-" It's all real, sweetie bird." He says. "I've been using mind control on you and your family since I met you." You... you bastard! Why!" You leap at your uncle, this man who you trusted. He catches your arm and places his hand on your head..