It was one of the few places that I would fit with my cast. Theresa was in a chair, across from me, and Jessica was sitting on the floor between us.Th... two bags that Jessica had brought in were in her room, waiting.This was time to get down to, as my mother would say, 'brass tacks.' I had always wondered where that expression came from, but not enough to look it up. At any rate, here we are."I want to hear the details," I said."John," Theresa said, in a tone that sounded like she really didn't. Chachi sprinkled a generous pinch of the powder over each bowl and pushed them back. Oskar looked on approvingly as the three of them simultaneously dipped their spoons into their bowls, "Hmm, so what do you think, does it taste different?"Nobody said a word. Indie put down her spoon and looked at her mother and wondered if she was feeling as wet between her thighs as she had suddenly become; Sharad sat back and wondered what had caused his cock to grow into the best erection he had ever. I step back to where I was before and she stands next to me. She looks around the bar, then I catch her eye, she smiles; I smile back. Turning to her I say: “I’m going to buy you a drink and I plan on hitting on you all night, so if you want you can get pissed and throw it in my face its OK” Her laugh is girlish and yet sophisticated and she comes back with: “I’m not wasting good booze some hot guy buys me; and if you don’t hit on me I’ll be the one who gets pissed.” I call the bartender. Hope to see you this evening, Mr. Thomas At first I thought it was a joke. Why would he ask me to come to his house? We could have just found a way to do this via email, though that seemed like it would take a long time. He had probably already figured that part out. I was not sure about going to his house, but I needed to get a decent grade on this paper and it was my only option. Looking at the clock, I realized that it was already 7. I shut off my computer and ran to the bathroom, I.