” “Good thinking. Give them all a business card when you finish, talking to them,” he laughed. “That's the way it works,” I smiled back at h...m. Jeff walked me back toward the booths and untied my halter along the way. The only reason it didn't fall off completely was because I caught it and held it in place. Well, I held it in place until we passed through the curtains, then I took it off and seven or eight guys saw my little boobies. By the time we reached a booth I had my shorts unbuttoned. . well, with Debbie.However, here I now was, with May, and frankly she was now, I felt, a bit redundant: The stairs would have been a definite problem on my own but now that I was at the top of them – home, in fact – I didn't really need her anymore. What I most wanted to do was lie down on the bed and relax for a while, then get back on top of things by replying to a few messages, making a few calls, confident that I had enough food around the place not to be in danger of starving, that I was. His lawyer had managed to do THAT much for him, but he was still stuck sleeping on the hideaway bed at his bachelor brother Dan’s cabin, which was a considerable commute out of town, because he still had to pay the mortgage for his ex-wife (well, the divorce wasn’t final, but would be within 60 days). He also had to pay alimony to Alycen, but thankfully, it was limited by Texas law to last only until she remarried, unless he chose to keep paying (yeah, like that would happen, right). He got to. When the video ended, Lynette was grinning because this version of the song really emphasized the keyboards, Steve Winwood’s instrument on this song. Our other four band mates were nodding in approval of that cover. As I touched Cathy’s shoulder who was sitting on the carpet in front of Lynette, she turned towards us and said, “I like it, I like it, I like it.”“Good choice for a song, Lynette,” Sam offered as she turned around from her carpeted seat to smile up at Lynette and me.“Thanks. Do you.