" Then he was a fool. Women are not meant to make their own decisions, Georgette. Don't be ridiculous."Angry, I started to storm out, but he restraine...d me with a hand on my arm. "Get used to the idea. This is how the world is. Any civilization that lets it's women have any voice in important matters is nigh to destruction." What do you think, Andrew? That you coerced me into...what we've done? I chose to do what I did." You are a woman." he said, speaking with a tone that one might use to. It was a simple place, with an old keyboard, a railing with a cloth hanging from it that separated a group of folding chairs from the little pulpit in the front. A very well-worn piano sat to one side of the pulpit, and a young boy sat there, obviously practicing a music lesson. The piano didn't sound tooo bad, but...Hector asked if he was finished for the evening, and the boy thanked him and left. He looked up at us and smiled, "Diego's family cannot afford a piano at home, so he comes here to. "Put them back on," I said."What?" Jamie asked. "You told me that I couldn't wear clothes in the apartment." Normally, you can't," I explained. "But now I want to talk to you like you are my friend and my date, not my slave. So get dressed and let's have dinner." Since we are on a date, should I wear panties too?" she asked mischievously."Don't push it!" I said with a grin. She slipped her dress back on and we sat down at the table to eat.For the next few hours we sat at the table and ate and. "Brothers, the sex industry in this great country of ours is totally unorganized and we can add as many as 40,000 dues-paying members every month for at least the next two years. That will put us over the hump of declining membership and allow us to continue to be a force for progress in this pivotal decade."He could hear them arguing and raising questions about the merit of the idea and the dirty jokes got a little raunchy in the back of the room. Poor Denise was getting her ass pinched.