Like a skilled magician she has you quickly enthralled and immersed in her show, setting up the questions with which you will later torment yourself, ...how did she do it? And so soon?Almost un-noticed her hand slips under her thong, your attention with the other hand, fingers flowing through luscious dark hair, running over her shoulder taking her bra strap along, and back up over her impressive breasts, nipples pinched slightly to attention, up her neck her fingers trails, back through her hair. She picked up her Country Road three-quarter length jacket, her handbag and her cell phone, and left the room. She walked down the three flights of stairs to the foyer and restaurant-bar. She’d tried the lift that morning and had been left waiting far too long. Like, at least a minute and a half. It was seven thirty when she hit the restaurant. A waitress eyed her suspiciously. Em noticed this with a smile and said “Good evening” in a cheery voice. She was thinking, “The waitress has me. ”“We wanna be there...”“Funny. I just got a call from Carlita saying the same thing.”“Seriously? I hadn’t talked with her yet today.”“Yeah, she called half an hour ago.”“If only there was a way, like, pick us up after work Monday, bring us back on Wednesday morning...”“Yeah,” she giggled. “If only someone had access to some contrivance with that capability. Any ideas?”“Can you swing that? We talked about how much it costs,” I said.She giggled. “Carlita said the same thing. I’ll make it happen.. . and triple checked... my weapons and equipment. Finally I said, “The hell with it,” and lay back on the bed. The alarm in my phone told me that I had, in fact, fallen asleep and it was now one-thirty in the morning. Time to load up the Jeep and go over to Colonel Boogie’s.I got there a few minutes before two. What little lighting there had been in the parking lot had been turned off. Even the light that lit the sign on the side of the building was dark, but there were a dozen or so cars in.