As we left to pay the bill the manager said "No bill; this one is on us. Thanks! Stop by anytime".A patron placed a twenty on the counter, "For the ti...p and thank you," he said as he walked away.The girls headed home and Jenny followed me to my office."I'll work in there on my laptop until you get cleared up, then I'll fill you in on the things we found out," she said.There were several papers on the counter. The story was on the front page of all of them, including pictures of the fight, the. I felt stupid as if I had to explain myself and I continued. "I meanlook at them. Not a care in the world. The girl and the singer areclearly eye fucking in public!"She turned back towards me with her eye brow raised. Clearly I justspewed word vommit. Maybe this is why I have a hard time talking topeople."Envious?" she stated."Pardon?" I replied."You're stuck in a rut," she continued, "and you're envious of thatgroup of there having fun. Didn't you do the same thing when you werethere age?". He opened the trunk, and Cristine laid the bag with her new dress on the floor of the trunk. They then went into the restaurant; Ken had booked a table in one of the old private booths located in the back area of the restaurant. There was a story – back during Prohibition – that those private booths were fitted out with privacy curtains, so people could drink (illegally) and not be seen. Later, they were popular where a man would take his mistress out for a meal, they could close the curtains,. ”I could almost sense that Catherine was stunned. Hell, I was stunned myself. Now, I would have what I wanted to have in the first place - and I was postponing it for a few days!“Okay, Friday is it. I’ll let you know the details tomorrow.”“Fine - and thank you Catherine. Bye.”“Bye.”Now, I should be yelling for joy, but I didn’t feel that way at all, anymore. I just felt tired. When I found myself in my apartment upstairs, I noticed that I didn’t really want to stare at those walls one more.