My old High School teacher, the woman of my boyhood fantasies, was standing not twenty-feet away from me. Her dark hair was pulled into a neat bun, de...icate and impossibly stylish lab glasses perched on her dainty nose, and a short skirt underneath the white lab coat. I was in total shock.She didn't see me, but instead was concentrating on some complicated experiment that focused on a series of beakers filled with a strange translucent liquid. She would mix up some complicated chemical. "Tracy said tentatively, "Well, we met with George and ... and ... the tall guy, chatted about their business, suggested a few things they might order, talked about the new system, and left. We were there about five hours including lunch in their cafeteria." What was George's full name?"I don't remember." What was the other man's name?" I forget." My first lesson and a reprimand. Never ... and I mean never forget the name of a client. Their names were George Pelnick and Tom Wellman. George was. The kids, except for their trips to the schoolyard to play hoops or soccer, rarely strayed very far, and never went anywhere without their cell phones. Most afternoons were spent under the awning in the back yard, at a patio table with four chairs. The kids did puzzles or talked, and Connie and I relaxed.Connie and I talked one evening about the kids, and I shared what I knew about their personality differences and preferences. Shortly after our talk, she began to spend more time with Donna and. If I tell himyou may have a job for him I know he'll be interested in meeting you!"We walked over to the man who looked up and smiled when he saw Felicia. "Hi, Felicia! It is always good to see you." Hello, Don. I would like you to meet a good friend of mine, Carolyn.She is a manager of a new club that will be opening in town. It will bean alternative club catering to many of my customers." Hi Carolyn", Don said with averted eyes. He held out his hand and Itook it and gave it a.