She was a mess, and had to get home to clean up. Just as she began to start the car, her cell phone rang."Hi, it's me." It was Michael. "I was thinkin.... We're not doing anything tonight. How about a game?"Jen shook her head. "No, Michael, not tonight. I'm not up for it. Tomorrow, maybe." Oh come on, it'll be fun. I have something special planned. Meet me at the Marriot bar, at seven."The last thing Jen wanted to do was play a game. But she was feeling guilty about her decision to not tell. She told me I could do that if I felt comfortable enough. I thought why not so I took off my shoes and my shirt and then the moment of truth came: I took off my shorts and my boxer’s right in front of her. My penis immediately came flying and pointing straight at her. I was really embarrassed and apologized but she looked at my erect penis and told me it was OK, that there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that in fact she took it as a compliment. I reached into my backpack looking. I walked into a huge anti chamber and a guard cleared his throat, "you need to turn over the weapon."I glanced at him and smiled, "have you run my clearance?"He frowned before turning to use one of the small comps. He jerked and turned to look at me with shocked eyes, "you may go right in sir."I headed for the tall double doors, "thank you."Four men turned when I walked in. I was still expecting a man long dead but knew the emperor when my eyes met his. I crossed the room as the other men. After we finally got seated, the service proved to be just as slow. It took us 90 minutes total to get out of the restaurant. I'm sorry the strawberry pancake syrup was not worth the time and money spent in that bright, clean restaurant. It just didn't appeal to me enough to ever go back.After breakfast, I followed Marty on his winding journey to the ocean. It took us three hours, as I said earlier. Marty got to thirty miles an hour once or twice, but it was mostly twenty or twenty five miles.