”“I have no objections to that plan.”She giggled and said, “Now don’t you have to make us breakfast?” A year and a half later I had just f...nished up some emergency work for an easily startled client who had a passel of questions he should have thought of earlier but that the documents I prepared should have answered, but as he had agreed to pay quite a bit extra for interrupting my vacation I was quite happy to satisfy every last doubt he had in mind-numbing detail. I clarified each point so. "Sure. Hundred bucks, Casanova."I shook my head. "It's gone two a.m. I got sixty-five," I challenged, laying it out note by note on the peeling counter at his eye level.His eyes narrowed. "Price is a hundie, friend."I eyed him a moment, swept up the bills and turned to leave, grabbing the woman and reaching the door before he called out: "Wait."One fake signature and seventy-five bucks later we climbed the concrete staircase at the corner of the compound, walking past two unoccupied rooms to. His chest puffed out in true super hero style and then he spoke in a deep powerful voice not to dissimilar to the likes of James Earl Jones.“Not a very good night for a swim my dear”“I was.... but I....“And what is a spectacular lady like yourself doing out alone on a cold rainy night by yourself? You should be at home in front of a nice warm fire with some undeserving shmuk feeding you fine chocolate and freshly cut fruit and kissing your feet my fine lady”He boomed. His kind words began. It’s like that’s all you care about.’ ‘As it should be. I love what I do and it pays the bills. I mean, food has to be put on the table somehow.’ His eyes cut into narrow slits at my last sentence. He knows it was directed at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ he asked. ‘You and I both know that currently your career is total shit and that you’ve morphed into a stay at home dad.’ ‘So you’re kicking me when i’m down.’ ‘I’m not kicking you. I’m just saying that i’m not fond of your complaints..