I looked through the spyhole, and saw that it was Graham; dressed in the same raincoat he had worn the last time I saw him. I opened the door wide, �...Hello again.” I smiled. “Hello,” he said as I ushered him inside. I closed the door behind him and led him into the living room. The tension was palpable. We both knew why he was here; and that was made even more clear by my outfit. He could hardly stop himself from staring. “Do you like what you see, boy?” I asked him. “Yes. Very much,” he barely. "When he was silent, she said, "Look, that Mark seemed like a nice guy and he offered to take me to the game. I am such a sports fan. The Indians too! They're like my team. However, he was such a jerk afterwards. I guess if I'd just spent $145 plus 2 beers at $6.50 each and a $5 hotdog on a girl I might expect something too. He wanted me to go back to his apartment and when I said no he got ugly and insistent and I had to take a cab back to the office to get my car. I really didn't have much of. ...” “Well, anyway, I’m not too sure what to say next. Would you like to get together sometime?” “Yes, of course.” “Great. When’s good for you?” “I work of course, but I’m free at night.” “Me too. So, maybe tomorrow then?” “Okay. What would you like to do?” “That’s a loaded question for a girl to ask a man!” Nice that he thinks of me as a girl. But then, why not? That’s how I presented myself; that’s how I looked when he met me, and that’s what he was attracted to. “Still, we should decide on. Most of these one night stand women had much more emotional baggage than I was carrying.I'd had a short but hot long distance affair with a woman from Tennessee that fucked my brains out when we could get together. She could suck like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. But she was just playing and not looking for a relationship. At that time, neither was I.Anyway, Madeline and I met for drinks at a Ruby Tuesday close by. We hit it off pretty well and agreed to play golf together the next weekend. We were.