‘Okay, okay Angela, keep it together… slow down and focus’ she said to herself feeling herself in a fluster. She stopped him and herself in the ...iddle of the bedroom.“Before anything happens…” Angela started turning and facing Tom but not making contact. “I want to say… I need to say… Thank you” she almost stammering. “I’ve asked a lot of you Tom, put you in an awkward position and you’ve been nothing but kind to me. And I would be unfairly lying to you if I didn’t say these nights with you. "She still looked questioningly at him."Go on," he smiled.They both got in and fastened their seatbelts."Oh!" he said. "I left it in gear. I always do."She looked at him shyly. "And I always check it's in neutral before I start." We're laughing then."She started the car and very carefully let in the clutch. The car stalled."Teeny bit more accelerator."She nodded. "I was worried about taking off like a jet plane."She tried again and the car moved smoothly away. She drove carefully past the cars. " I guess every guy has his price," I said wryly. "How could I turn that down? When and where and what is the dress code?" A suit would be appropriate and it's the Japanese Gardens, on University drive, a few blocks west of Main," Mitsy replied with a smile. "Seven o'clock tomorrow if that gives you enough time after practice?" Ok, that should be fine," I agreed.Casey smiled shyly and said, "I'll see you tomorrow night then Michael." Ok Casey, have a good night," I replied as she walked. I waved in return. She then gestured me to come over. I turned to look at the lads to tell them I was going over to the lady, but seeing one giving the other a headlock, I realised they wouldn't notice. I picked up my drink and went over to her. I went over to her and she gave me a one arm hug and a kiss on the cheek, as if I was an old friend. I offered to buy her a drink but she refused. We chatted for about 15 minutes - name, age, what we do, where we're from, etc. Her name was Chloe, 31.