I was early and it gave me time to order wine and get relaxed. As she entered, the maitre’d pointed to my table. Angie’s face went white, then red... She walked briskly towards me, a cold look on her face. Dee’s reference to Custer’s Last Stand went through my mind and I checked on the whereabouts of any knives. “What the fuck is this about?” she asked in a curt tone. “A surprise dinner for my wife,” I answered calmly and sweetly, “Something wrong with that?” She was silent, looking a bit stunned. I was worried her family might be at home. I reached the place and waited downstairs.She came down in a pink nightie and bathroom slippers. We hugged and walked up to her apartment. Climbing up a few stairs, I was fine but she seemed out of breath, her chest heaving up and down with beads of sweat running down her neck and deep into her cleavage which I could clearly see through her nightie.We entered her apartment and I noticed nobody in the house. I sat down and she offered me a glass of. Yes, it was my idea—what, can't a girl enjoy the occasional cliché? Plus, I was really hoping my friend—the one I have a crush on—would suck at poker.Most of my friends had at least a few beers in their system and figuring out when they were bluffing was as easy as staring at them until they started giggling. The only other member of our party that didn't drink was the girl I had a crush on—for the purposes of this story, let's call her Candy.Candy was a great poker player. In less than an. I figured that the whole thing had fallen through, and I found that I was very disappointed at that thought.We arrived at Joe's office and were ushered in immediately. Joe stood up to greet us, and the first thing he said was, "Howdy, Sheriff, how was the trip to Johnson?"The old saying, "You could have knocked me over with a feather," would have fit me exactly. I had no idea that the appointment could have gone through so quickly. I just stared at Joe with my jaw down around my knees.He.