Alisa said “wow”, and I said …Yeah. We sat for a while holding hands…playing squeeze, and caress. I pulled her hand to my lips, kissed it wh...le looking at her. Alisa asked if I kissed Lois like that, I responded with a sigh. She doesn’t like to kiss, at least not me. I miss it so much. That kiss that we shared just now was about 10 years’ worth in one kiss, but really I don’t know if I can wait that long again. She told me that I didn’t have too. She kissed me again, this time I pulled her. If I didn't phone her for a couple more days, five would get you ten that she'd be calling me.My not calling her gave me time to think, too. This was the last thing I expected from her. She made it plain that she was the one that was interested in me, not the other way around. She was the aggressive one, not me. And what about Harley?Harley McDougal was a slick, smooth, hot-shot with one of the big brokerage houses. He was salesman, but had a fancy, mean-nothing title to make the saps think he. "Have you been briefed on what happened today?" Yes. I've also been briefed on the potential assignment you requested." Newt told me that you were the only operative that could do the job," I said.James chuckled. "Type-casting. I'm Chinese. The job is in Taiwan, so I drew the short straw. As I understand the job, it has three parts. Part one: put you next to Freemont so you can kill him. Part two: make sure his death can't be traced to you. Part three: keep you alive and relatively unscathed in. "There were a few stops they didn't pull out when they were playing the organ for me, so I showed them. I hope you didn't mind.."I wanted to see both of them again, have some fun, have some SEX, but, somehow, I got caught up in events down there, and I wasn't Brenda Whitlach, the f******n year old cock sucker and DP princess, I wasn't even Sylvia Greenburg any more, and I didn't see Roger for another twenty five years, when I was singing at a club in North Beach, San Francisco. Woody had died.