When it was close to six o’clock, Dad and I were happy to escape. Dad drove me over to Katie’s and came in with me to meet Katie and her mom. Kati... loved the corsage. My dad and her mom took a bunch of pictures of us before Dad suggested we get going. He drove us downtown to Carlin’s Restaurant. Katie was impressed.“I’ve never eaten here,” she told me. “Mom has been here with some people from work, I think. I hear it’s really nice.”Dad had reserved us a table for two and arranged for the bill. It was Claire who broke the silence, "Time for operation boner, soldier-boy." 'Operation boner' was their name for one of their games, riffing off of Mark's soldiering skills. He had to lie down, not moving or making a sound, like on an op except he was on his back. She would try to provoke him into moving, or breaking his silence. Usually, both of them would get off. It was childish, but Mark didn't mind. Claire had been called 'bossy', Mark would not argue with that. Though he might have. Anyway we started up the barby and our guests arrived at about 6 p.m. and we had a great time. Julie and Jackie were very much in command of the cooking, so Henrietta and the rest of us sat around the tables in the garden enjoying a few drinks. Food was served. Wine was flowing. Jokes were told. There were a few practical jokes and lots of laughter. Jackie loves to flash her body parts whenever she can, but is very wary of doing so in front of certain friends. She is a master at giving chaps. He came to my apartment by 9 am on Sunday, looking smart in blue jeans, a nice, richly colored striped T-shirt and a beaming face that almost floored me. He was sporting a mustache this time, adding glamour to his personality.After a sumptuous breakfast (ordered from a nearby cafe), discussing about my work, his 3 months’ experience in Singapore, his future plans. Deciding to go to MTR restaurant near Lal Bagh for lunch, followed by a movie, he immediately made advance booking at the hotel (to.