George opened his mouth to say something, but Bob went on. “There is one hitch; I have a friend who plays clarinet. I want you to let him in. I’d ...ave brought him along to introduce you, but right now, he’s busy making hay on one of my properties.” He nodded toward Isolde and said, “Your friend here met him, and they seemed to hit it off pretty well.” Isolde’s heart took an extra beat. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it, as if she had lost her train of thought, which wasn’t far. Looking through the bushes she could see a man and two dogs. The man was throwing sticks for the dogs, and they were happy collecting the sticks and returning them to the man. Terri knew she couldn’t move now until the man had gone. She waited, silently begging the man to go, but all in vain. He seemed quite happy to continue to throw them. One stick landed a few feet from her, and she held her breath as one of the dogs came bounding over, and started to sniff out the stick. The dog came. If I’m wrong, just say no, and I will walk away. But if I’m right, say nothing, and I’ll give you a subway ride to remember.”I should have said no. We were on a subway, for fuck’s sake! But my libido decided for me, and I remained silent.“Just to make sure you heard me, nod if you want me to use you like a dirty little girl right here on this train.”I nodded enthusiastically and wondered just how he planned to pull this off on a crowded subway. I prayed to God he wasn’t considering the. Pete had brought along a boilerplate contract and a standard, if somewhat generic, non-disclosure agreement (NDA). Once everything was signed and Pete had sealed the documents in an envelope--promising to get copies to Kyle, he took a swig of his beer and then began to give Kyle the lowdown on what he knew of the job at hand.The dinner for the members of the GMBE and Japanese delegates had been wonderful and the dinner-theater play had been very entertaining. While the play, after they had all.