"Choice," he mutteredleaning back against a fire hydrant, "Like I'd really had achoice in the matter."In a burst of honesty, he had to admit to himsel... that thereactually had been a choice. His decision (Hah! - his *secretary'sdecision* was more like it) to attend had been made the daybefore the party - two days before Halloween itself. The costumepickings, and particularly the pickings that might remotely fitthe party's "medieval" theme had been bloody slim. The ladywho'd owned the costume. In part, you are listening more intently to your lecturer, instead of letting your minds wander at the difficult bits. I don’t really have to tutor you this evening, I think.”Frances gave him a big smile. “That means we can attend to your problems instead, Reg.”He started, then relaxed. “You are right, Frances, though you will have to tell me where I am going wrong.”Erika added, “And you can learn a bit more about pleasuring a girl, Reg. Frances has designs on you for this evening, but if you. “But do you see why I think you should hold this in confidence? I’ve watched Cindy change and grow since she started playing with you but I’m not sure she could handle this information. And it would be so easy for word to leak out. Advance publicity could make it politically impossible to hold the event. It could affect everything we—you—do.”“Yeah. That makes it really difficult. You know how uncomfortable I am withholding information from my lovers.”“You’ve kept the old man a secret,” she. Go to a restaurant. Order food. Eat the food." The smile broadened into a grin when he caught her still stupefied look. "I thought we could eat it together." Uh." She was out of her element here. It wasn't as if she hadn't gotten asked out before, she had. And she dated, well, she did when her case load allowed. So, okay, that wasn't a lot, she always figured she did the job better than a personal life anyway."Jenna."She looked up at him. He was still smiling, amused by her. It stiffened her.