The same dyke served me a gin and tonic without asking what I wanted. I sat at the same stool. The bar was quieter. The dyke handed me a note. I looke... at her questioningly but she just shrugged and moved away. Service with a shrug, I thought.“Katherine. Untie your hair when you see me.”My hair was long then, tied back loosely and chestnut. It reached almost to my arse. I was wearing a dress, red with a black patent belt, buttons from neck to waist and red shoes. My stockings were tan. I didn’t. ”“I can see how that could be a problem for the Studio, quite some conflict of interest. How did your future husband-to-be happen to be there?” I noticed her wine glass was almost empty, “Would you like some more wine?”“Yes, please.”I topped up our glasses, virtually finishing the bottle, prompting a waiter to appear at my elbow. “Would you like more wine, Sir?”“Not for me,” I said, “but...” I looked at Mary. She shook her head very slightly, so I replied to the waiter, “No, thank you.”After he. ."You're a freak, ain't you?"She hated that tired, perverted trope about sorority girls. Even though it had its perks. She wasn't like those other bitches. She arrived at the game. The home team was losing 14-0. The starting quarterback went down a play later with an injury. As the talented quarterback limped off with a sprained ankle. Then, the back-up came in. They called him the “most likable on the team.” Anna knew him as her ex-boyfriend.At the game, she said exasperatedly and slightly. " Really, I didn't know, she did ask me if I wanted to go to the gym with her." Well why not? Then maybe next time you see her you can try talking, you've always been okay back in the states." But I don't know her and she's so British, it's different you know."Letting one of his pet hates slide he counters. "You seemed to have a good time last Saturday and you didn't know any of them." That was different; it was more relaxed, not so formal." Well what did you talk about with them?" Not much.