And glad to be here. “Sarah Meriwether will meet you Thursday, the seventh. Two PM, at Lincoln Park. Know where that is?”“No, but we can find it...”“She’ll be at the northeast corner of the park. Sort of a jumble of streets. Northeast 13th, North Carolina, East Capitol Street northeast.”“Two o’clock.”“Two. On the seventh.”December 7th. Pearl Harbor day. Swell.We drove to DC directly from Kansas City. Partly to not leave a digital trail through the airlines. But for another, more practical, reason. We, the old farts, provide guidance and love, that’s in the contract too, right? When that breaks down, when we stop reading from the script, it’s game over. The whole thing starts to unravel. And what about my feelings about my past, why I’d chosen to live almost like a vagabond, why I’d never married? It all came down to this moment, didn’t it? I either believed in where the script was taking me, taking all of us, or it was time to jump off the merry-go-round and fade away into the night. I. She was as small as Grace with straight black hair, creamy skin and deep brown eyes the shape of half-moons. She looked Asian. He tuned to her. ‘Hi,’ he said. She smiled. ‘Hi, I’m new here. I’m Mariko.’ Mariko. That sounded like a Japanese name. He held his hand out to her. ‘Nicholas.’ She shook his hand and then Grace introduced herself. ‘I think there is a better way to do that, for her at least,’ she said. ‘Here, I’ll show you.’ They moved into the center of the floor and Nicholas. I could not think of anything about that view but as to what it appeared, definitely sexual. I went away from that meeting feeling a bit weird I spent the next few hours trying to get my head around what Cheryl was up too and could not help feeling a sexual thrill myself. I had to find out more it was nagging me and turning me on, feelings of pure lust that I hadn't had in yrs. I started looking around town for Cheryl I would drive by her home and at the grocery store etc. I felt as thou I was.