”“On Sunday sure. I don’t have anything planned for Sunday,” I said in agreement. “So I’ll see you on Sunday at the airport.”“Fine, Ma...cy told me she is covering tomorrow for that dreadful girl Sarah. Something about a court appearance?” she asked.“Yes the kid who punched me is going for a sentencing on something unrelated and needs a character witness,” I said.“And they asked you,” Marty asked.“Sure, I’m going to say he didn’t come back to the center after our confrontation,” I said.“If that. Like the lobby, the dark stone room was dimly lit by torches mounted to the walls and centre posts, but she could see people dining at small tables covered with white tablecloths. At first she thought several men were eating alone until she saw women's high heels and, once in a while, pairs of black men's wing tips peaking from under the long tableclothsThey also passed a women who was bent over a table with her red-sequined gown raised to her waist. She was being served a large flesh appetizer. It’s a deal.”I really expected her to go running off but instead she told me to put my stuff in my car and then to follow her around the corner. Once again I expected to see her running for her life but she didn’t. She kept looking back but she stayed just ahead of me. We went around the corner, we went down about a block and a half, and then we went through a tall hedge.As I got through the hedge I saw her standing in the doorway to a guesthouse on a big estate. She held the door open for me. “Wha—?” I began, my face scrunching up involuntarily as I felt my face flush. But she pressed on. “And for all the self-aggrandizing and machismo,” she leaned back and held her hands up and out as she pointedly glanced around, “I ask to be shown a good time, and I get taken to my own hotel lounge? Classy.” I felt humiliated and a bit crestfallen that things had suddenly taken such a bad turn. Despite a physical attraction so intense it was almost painful, we obviously had had a clash of.