It didn't take long of course, after all I had seen the night before.The days pasted quickly. On Monday I drove to Los Angeles again, without telling ...Jane where I was going. On Tuesday I quit my job, again without telling Jane. The station decided to play my old shows for a few nights until they found a replacement; it's not the type of organization to let someone hang around after they'd resigned. Afraid we'd steal all the CDs I suppose.Tuesday and Wednesday night I pretended to go to work. “As long as contracts were coming the payments were viewed as a cost of doing business. Then several things went haywire and the contracts slowed down or stopped. They thought they should still get the checks. We couldn’t do it anymore and that’s when they started all the investigations to force our hand to pay them again,” he said.“Have they tried to contact you since the court decision?” I asked.“A couple times but the courts ended our problem, but they may have their sights on you,” he. Since Diane had asked me to dinner, I adopted the "new man" approach and deferred to Diane. She had chosen a stylish Italian restaurant. When the waiter offered the wine list to me, I indicated that this was the lady's evening and asked him to address her. When it came to conversation, I had a technique to make it flow easily, that I had learned in the Navy. I called it my "cocktail party" technique.Every time the ship docked somewhere there would be a cocktail party for the local dignitaries.. He whispered in her ear, “Be good little girl and we might go easy on you.” Fear flashed across her eyes as she realized what might happen to her. She immediately stopped struggling; the man effortlessly picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her onto her large 4 poster bed. “You’re a dirty little cunt aren’t you. I looked in your room. So many restraints and a bed perfect for tying you up. I think you’re going to enjoy this.” He quipped. She.