The conversation around the table ran the gauntlet of woodsman tactics to underway replenishment, taking down a crack house to dropping a gall bladder... Rhonda, it appears, is a thoracic surgeon. I felt a little intimidated. This table had one hell of a brain trust sitting at it and no one cared."Now, tell me Reggie," I said. "I know Drs have M.D.'s not Doctorates, but you said you had a Doctorate. Would you care to let me know about that?" Well, I sort of invented a new way to attach a. That was the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me."I was still apprehensive. "I wasn't too rough with you?"She smiled a little, a lovely warm smile. "No, you weren't too rough. You were a bit overwhelming. But sometimes it's wonderful to be overwhelmed." I promise that if we do it again, I'll take my time and be gentle. Something came over me just now. I wasn't myself."She laughed. Her laugh was rich and melodious. Her eyes, her entire face, seemed to be laughing. "If that wasn't. I was getting ready to go jogging andmy favorite T-shirt didn't fit right. It was stretched tightacross here." Martin said indicating his noticeably swellingbosom."I see. Well, here we are. Martin, I'd like you to go into thisexamining room and put on the gown with the ties at the back.I'm going to consult some of my medical journals and I'll beright back to start the exam. You can have a seat on the table."Martin entered the examining room. The first thing he noticedwas the pale pink gown. I liked it.’ Her smile was reflected in her eyes. ‘Can I offer you dinner?’ ‘I would like that, yes.’ The rest of the crowded bar seemed to disappear during this conversation before the noise crashed back around them. ‘Let me get my coat,’ Michael said, kissing her on the cheek quickly before walking back over to the bar and fetching his leather jacket from the hook on the side of the bar. He watched Clare make her good-byes and move towards him as he walked back towards her table, meeting him.