I could spend an hour in your presence and not have sex with you; we could just talk. After the salads, a spoonful of lemon sherbet refreshed our pala...es for the main course. Covered plates were placed before us by the server-bots. Faint aromas of garlic, onions, and charred meat emanated from beneath the covers, which were lifted to reveal grilled entrecote steaks piled with melting garlic butter, caramelized onions, green beans, and tiny new potatoes."I knew with my first bite of the steak. Two guards were standing by the door we had came in through,and I noticed the back doors were chained shut. I felt trapped. Even thoughnone of them carried guns, I was sure that their flashlights and nightsticksshould be considered weapons, so they still had "power" behind theirbadges. The two new guards were walking back and forth, snapping at us here and thereabout our stances -- hands by our sides, palms out, shoulders back, chest out,feet well apart. Basically they were doing a bad Louis. I’ll pick you up on Saturday at 6pm – tell your folks your having a sleepover until Monday with a pal from college,” says Bob.“But my birthday isn’t until Sunday” protested Benji.“Yeah – but the celebrations begin on Saturday. Just fuckin’ do it,” said Bob, leaving no room for argument. “ And wear these spandex shorts – laundered, of course.”Bob insisted that they all sculled the bourbons and within 3 minutes, Benji head was spinning – didn’t know where he was or what he was doing.Bob pulled. I shut the door and turned to look at him. He was just stareing. I wasn’t really sure what to say to him. I don’t think he even knew what to say to me. ‘I’m sorry, Edward. I forgot to mention the nature of the book. I should have warned you. It’s the reason why I have a pen name. I didn’t mean to offended you. You’ve just always been such a help to me that even though the genre wasn’t typical, I still wanted you to have a copy.’ I was so nervous. And the fact that he wasn’t speaking didn’t.