Amber has her own constructioncompany and Carol owns a local salon.I met Bill at the hotel and showed him the set up. We had time before itstarted so ... invited him for coffee and to discuss the weeks meetingschedule.On the way to the dining room I looked him over... a bit longish hair, awell fitted suit, about 5' 6" or 7". Probably about 45. He hung his sportcoat on his chair and we sat and drank our coffee. I noticed his weddingring and surprisingly, through his white shirt I noticed what. The voice of a girl calling his name excitedly. Suddenly there was no one around, he was alone in the middle of the ring, but still he heard her voice echoing around him. Where was the voice coming from? Who was it calling him? He turned around, looking for it, looking for her. And suddenly there she was, right next to him, standing so close that her breasts brushed his bare chest. He lifted his eyes to her face and became immediately hard as he looked into the eyes of the girl that lived. Make sure he understands that I am serious. I just called a place that didn’t sound serious and I hung up on them.”“Yes sir, Mr. O’Dell. His name is Ronnie Cartright.”“Does he play an instrument?”“Yes, he is a piano player.”“Any good?”“Not bad, but the stuff he likes is not very popular around here.”“Like what kind of music is that?”“Oh, Motown and Texas boogie.”“Cool. Please have him call me.”I hung up and wondered. A piano player named Ronnie Cartright. Couldn’t be. I called three other music. But the self-proclaimed world’s finest went down nicely with a couple of beers.Back at my place, I tried to distract myself by watching some cheesy sitcoms I had taped earlier during the week. And for the most part, it worked. But when the shows ended, I was back at square one, overcome with loneliness.“Don’t do it,” I sighed to no one.But it was hopeless. Of course I was going to do it.“Hello. Langtrees. How can we help you?”When I hung up, Donna was thirty minutes away. Once again that night,.