. that is Mr. Hiatus Liston." She wuz wiping her face with this lil' hanky as she said it.I fixed her with another Ipana smile – and let the diamond... in my teeth sparkle some."I'm with Mr. Hiatus Liston. We're in a bar and billiards establishment here in downtown Newark. Mr. Liston is reputed to be a ... umm, procurer of feminine services and as such..." Excuse me," I said, and I paused for a moment before going on. "I believe my job title is Pimp, not procurer, or whatever you call it." Err,. She said, “no uncle”, I forced and put a little, to it. She couldn’t say no, she took that glass and we started drinking. We were talking about her college and school, also I told her about my college and she had queries about my wife. She was too sympathetic to me, she did allow me resting my head on her necked smooth shoulder. Her aroma was killing me, I finally kept my right hand on her right shoulder, it was too smooth and silky. I asked her to dance, she was in the mood to enjoy after our. Nonetheless I insisted that I needed the lessonsbecause I was making so many more presentations now.Hardest thing for three months was leaving without Rebecca wanting to gowith me, drop me off, and worst, asking what I learned. So what was Ireally doing? I was taking voice lessons. As in singing lessons.Throughout my school years, I was always in choir. Even had a few shortsolo passages. My voice was in the upper ranges for a boy. One teachersuggested that I could be a countertenor. Now I wish. He never actually admitted this was what he thought, but she knew he suspected she was cheating, and got defensive. She started screaming and threw her purse at him. He calmly caught the purse, turned and walked away back into the mall. It was getting dark outside so she ran into the parking structure, looking for the car. Even though she remembered parking in sunlight, the car was way back in an otherwise empty basement level. She ran to the car, fumbling with the door, suddenly terrified..