The sign amid the ugly swirls of affected art demanded in large blockletters: 'HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?'"Like I give a fuck," Smoot mumbled."What? I did...'t hear that," said Rashid. "Oh, Hawkley, don't worry.It's all recorded and we'll unscramble it with some little piece oftechnology we inherited from the CIA. Then maybe you'll learn to keepyour bad opinions under wraps."The big ethnic man soon invited Smoot to join him along to a small roomequally defaced with 'art'. A short man, as always. Harry and I were sat in a small bar in a hotel overlooking the river. He'd been up in town for a meeting with Freddie. I felt that at least owed him a drink for helping sort out Rachel. He'd been good enough not to make too much of a joke of it around the place, too. He'd been sympathetic about what happened and gave me a bit of a lecture on not turning my back on work in progress. Nothing I didn't deserve. I wasn't going to let it happen again.It was mid afternoon and we were almost the only. "I was about to say that they should pay for the privilege, and that gives me an idea." She looked at me and laughed. "You're not planning on losing again are you?"I grinned as she took my hand and we headed to dinner. "I hadn't planned on it, but with the way today is going it wouldn't surprise, why?" Oh I think I have an idea how to make some more money for the charities, I just have to run it past management and the tournament organisers."After a dinner during which the U.S were upbeat about. I was exhausted. Here a man twenty years my senior had given me the best fuck of my life. He asked me if I was going to tell Tom. I said I didn't know. Tom had always wanted me to fuck another man and tell him all about it. He also wanted to watch me with another man and join in. I have been resistant but now, I didn't know. Would he be okay with it if the other man was his father? That night I decided to tell Tom I did fucked another guy but not who. He was dying to know who but I wouldn't.