He was with Nicole now and he was happy. Lizzie could go and fuck herself as far as he was concerned.He returned his attention to Nicole. "I'm working... until eight, but wanna do something after?" Yeah, okay. What did you have in mind?" There's a band called Requiem playing at the Blue Parrott. They are meant to be pretty good and Chris reckons he can get me some tickets. Fancy it?" Sure, sounds cool." Great! I'll meet you outside at nine."The club was dark, smoky and heaving with sweaty bodies.. He looked like he might be coming all the way to the end and before looping back the way he came. He had on a brightly-colored Hawaiian shirt, a pair of cutoff jeans shorts and leather sandals. He was in his mid-thirties and had short blonde hair. The dog was a greyhound or a whippet. When it stopped to salute a fireplug, I could tell that it was a male.As I continued to pick out more details about the man — he had a pair of sunglasses in his shirt pocket — Jolene tried to follow my gaze."What. I may have over-argued the point by referring them to judicial punishment, but that seems to be the flavour today. Cold-bloodied, selfish, self-satisfying self-indulgence taking it out on another guy's flesh and bones because it makes you feel powerful and superior…. No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's all academic and selfish, - mutuality is dead, spiritual enjoyment gone….I used to row on. "Here," the driver said, handing Brad a small cloth bag."What's this?" It's your purse, Miss," the driver informed him. "Professor Chase saidyou forgot it."Brad entered into the limousine quickly, smoothed his skirt, and satdown. As the driver shut the door, Sheila could no longer see her sonthrough the tinted windows of the luxury car. Brad could see her and hethought to himself she looked really sad.Sheila watched as the car pulled away. "Finally," she thought. "He'sfinally playing along.".