Coming up to the next light, Howell Ferry Rd., I again hit the blinker and making sure I was past the yellow line and beside the white strip, eased ov...r into the turn left lane. (In Georgia, you cannot use a left turn lane to travel. You have to be within 100 feet of the intersection before you move over. That’s where the yellow line stops and the white line starts. And yes, the fine blue light tax collectors in Duluth will write you up for that in a heartbeat.) My friend, Greg, has a growler. "May I show you to your room Miss?" Petra was beaming at her now, white teeth gleaming, that soft tanned skin whispering lustful thoughts to Elaine's libido."Yes, Petra please do."Petra stepped smartly out from behind the desk, her chest making Elaine's mouth water, casually gripping the case by the handle and walking slowly towards the stairs. Elaine followed dumbly after her like a child at boarding school.All too soon, they were standing outside a solid teak door with a copper number plaque. "Do you know how to do a striptease now?" demanded the Arab when she calmed down."I told you," she screamed, "I'm a ballet dancer, not a night-club tart." Very well. We will thrash you again every hour and see if that changes your mind. I will see you in one hour." Wait, wait," she wailed."Yes? You have changed your mind?" he asked."No. I don't know how to convince you of what I can't do, but whipping me will only give me pain and will not teach me what I do not know." I'll see you in one. The steaks, thick and aged to perfection, sat on the counter to get to room temperature.With everything prepared, I opened a bottle of Argento Pinot Noir, a nice red wine from Argentina. Glass in hand, I went in search of Rachael to let her know dinner would be starting soon.I found her in her bedroom, on her bed, leaning back against the headboard, her knees up, and reading a magazine she’d picked up at the supermarket.She didn’t see me. I stood in the doorway and studied her. Feet on the bed,.