After riding on the freeway and in to the city for about five blocks, I arrived at my destination. I rolled up to the back of the "The Chicken's Lips"...and walked in through the kitchen. Waving to the kitchen boys, I could see Charlie out front.Walking up to Charlie, he turned, smiled, and opened his arms to me. He gave me a big hug and squeeze. "Hey, what's the best cook in town doing in a dump like this one?" He was lifting me up into the air and squeezing me. He was also copping a quick feel. Understandably, she had been upset about it, but she did want to continue seeing me.She had let me know that she enjoyed helping me out with my ‘problems’ and that she also had her own needs that she needed satisfied. To satisfy both our needs, we agreed that first she would clean my house for an hour every week. Then, after she finished her chores, we could enjoy each other’s company. I really couldn’t care less about a clean house. I did an okay job at housekeeping and although it wasn’t. " This plane was well-furnished, which fit with what David had heard about Miss Helligon; that she liked to spend her money on all manner of luxuries."It's good to finally meet you David," said Miss Helligon, who was reclined in an arm chair. She was in her mid-30s, but looked much younger, at the same time giving off an air of authority and maturity. "Arthur has told me a lot about you. He assures you you're the perfect man for this job." I certainly hope so, Miss Helligon," David said."Please. The waitress came over, and not even consulting me, Daniel ordered for both of us. For the most part, it was things I would adore, but one I wanted no part of. (It should be told, I do not eat vegetables at all, and many fruits either – especially if cooked. It just is the way I am, and since a child would be stubborn and refuse to eat what I did not like). So, when I saw what he ordered me came with a side of broccoli, that was not going to play.Talking and chatting as we ate, getting to.