It would be just the first of many places I ended up diving that night. Sometimes head first, sometimes not.I woke up first the next morning, just sta...ing down at the beautiful goddess lying on my shoulder as sunlight flooded the room. Finally she woke up, too, and looked up at me with bright, smiling blue eyes."I owe you an apology," she said."No, no, no," I insisted. "You were great. That was — it was amazing. I can't believe it was your first time." I owe you an apology for last weekend,". Okay -- what do you see? What do you really see? Who am I?And remember, I'm still drunk enough to numb this old, bruised ego. Sofeel free to be harsh." No one is free to be harsh," said the waitress. "Honest, maybe. Butharsh, no." Go ahead and be either," said the woman. "I may be drunk, but you're'honest.' And in the morning, I'll be sober and you'll still just haveyour honesty." I don't think I've ever heard Churchill so eloquently misquoted," laughedthe waitress. "You really want to play. “You look like you’re dressed for bed.” Susan said with a smirk on her face, and a mischievous sparkle in her eye.“Well I didn’t feel like getting completely dressed again, especially if time was such an issue as you made it sound. I mean I’d hate to keep you waiting over something so trivial.” I chuckled as I stood by the counter watching her put the milk in the fridge. “Sounds like you just dialed up. Night Friends?” I asked.“Yeah, just wanted to see if Boom had signed on or left a message.”. I used to count up but then as Igot closer to the goal I would increase the number. A count down had aninevitable ending.Sixty seven, sixty six, sixty five ..... eight, seven, six ... Do youremember the old time radio science fiction program X-1? 'X' minus five,four, three, two, 'X' minus one, fire. I stepped on and hoped for thebest.While on the way up I was thinking I was like a lamb to the slaughter.That wasn't a very feminine image so I tried to push it out of my head. Icould be the.