" I felt pressured to go and in the car on our way to the restaurant, he asked, “What is it you would really like to have?” Hastily telling him,�...Nothing,” he was now hard-pressed to get an answer. John again asked, "Come on, there has to be something you would really like to have,” and then said, “I wanta get you something.”At the restaurant, we didn’t really talk about much, but I felt that he wanted to continue to find out what it would take to get me over to his apartment, because he. “Okay then,” I said then picked up the phone. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but I agreed to listen.“Mac, where and when do we meet?” I asked.“Meet me at the University Club on Carolina Ave for lunch at noon,” he demanded. “Bring all your work equipment.”“I turned all that shit in after the last job,” I said.“Okay then, make me a list of what you need to operate independently,” He said.“Fair enough,” I said ending the connection.That night Sally and I had dinner in a town twenty miles away.. I felt almost compelled to, eventhough Sam was beautiful enough not to need any, a rarity in this world.Taking the lift downstairs to Samantha's parked car, a Mercedes S classsedan, Putting her matching black bag on the seat next to me, I startedit up. On the money that she made, this car fitted her personality andincome well. Putting it in gear, I drove off into the city. Samantha madethis journey once a week, so recent memories of it were easy to bring up.Parking in front of the salon, I. ." Sam stammered for words to say."You look lovely," a voice said from the other side of the room. It wasAmanda. She was the one who took the kids in search of the perfectlovely."But Nikki, I'm not sure I want people to see your midriff," Amandasaid."Well, mom, Sara and I were thinking about getting our belly buttonspierced," Nicole said, knowing it would irritate her."Don't even go there, Nicole Taylor Meggs," Amber said, winking andfaking like she was mad."You do look beautiful, sweetpea,".