She released me and pushed me toward my car door. ‘Come on, Papi. Take me home. We’ll have fun, I promise. You ain’t never been with a woman lik... me, I guarantee that. Your mind gonna get blown tonight.’ ‘I hope that’s not the ONLY thing that’ll get blown tonight!’ I thought, but remembering her reaction to my last comment, wisely decided against saying it out loud. I got in, started the car and turned to her. ‘Where to?’ I asked. ‘I can plug the address into my phone and get us there pretty. “How did that come about?” Frank asked. Rick settled back and reopened the files of his memory and began. “I had just finished going over the plans in the builder’s office and after suggesting alterations which he was happy to apply I left the office for I had an appointment with an individual I was going to rent a room off. I arrived at the home, it was old as most of the houses in that period were, but it was neat; I rang the doorbell. “Mrs. Hays”, I said. “I’m Rick Edwards I rang a day or so. I mean there was you and dad," Anne over the last couple of hours of the party had to taken to calling my father dad because she really felt like one of the family, "the Fosters, Joe and Morrie and those other two guys you made the deal with Gerald Mulvaney and Patrick Richardson." She had been counting them on her fingers. "Fuck that's eight!" She laughed. "And considering I fucked you and Michael and that Gerald and Patrick twice," she counted on her fingers again, "that's twelve separate. " I'm sure he did I told her. "No It's not like that, he knows I'm married and that I'm married to you. Mind you, yeah if I were to give him half the chance I'm sure he'd jump all over it. He actually would help though. We never hooked up in high school because of well, just bad timing. To be honest he's invited me for coffee a couple times now but each time I've given him an excuse." Yeah I'm sure it's coffee that he wants, I told her. "No, he's just the type of guy that like's to reminisce.