Did I put in for time off at work? Hummm. I can't remember. Ishould probably call them... Shelly had made mental notes hoping she would forget nothin..., while hermind also played out an evening that had not happened yet. She wouldhave to be back here by 1:00 p.m. for the two hour HOV flight to Miamiwith her father. There, she would be wined and dined and danced todeath. Maybe later, a midnight walk along South Beach with a man that,when younger, she swore she would marry one day. Oh how. But I like you, and I would like us to be together tonight." So what are we going to do?" I asked."I don't know, but I have to be back at this club before they close. When do they close?" 2 a.m." I said. "Why not drive around a bit?" Okay" was her reply, and we walked back to where my car was parked.It was not a convertible, by any standard, but a french Citroen 2CV, the type we called "Ugly Duckling" in Germany, with a soft roof to roll back. So we drove through the summer night with a clear. “Where did you go?”“Club business. If I answer ‘club business’, no questions. Just the way it is.”“I get it. Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” She gave him puppy-dog eyes.“I was ashamed and angry I had to leave you here, for starters. Also, it was unexpected and we had to leave immediately. It happens sometimes. Just like a fireman or your dad. I apologize, but it will happen again just so you are aware. Maybe not for a week, maybe in an hour, we just never know.”“Well, isn’t. I changed into my absolutely tightest black leggings and a little red vest. I must have washed it on a slightly too high a temperature, because I struggled to put in on. I looked in the mirror and actually wondered if I needed to go home and fetch a different top. The result was that my boobs were squashed up inside my vest, as if I was trying to smuggle a couple of over ripe melons in there. At least my tummy was nice and flat. I tried to fiddle with the top, in a vain attempt to hide my.