She didn't sit opposite me at the table. Instead she pulled her chair around until she was sitting on my right. Her left hand was on my knee from the ...moment we sat down."I thought we'd have some lunch," she said. "Then I'd take you to my club to show you off. Then maybe back to my house for swimming. How does that sound?"I began to wish I'd investigated alternatives. But lunch and movie — my standard date — didn't seem like it would work here."Sure," I said. "That sounds fine."I do have plans. "This has been one of our best days ever," she avowed. "I willremember my 'little punk' until the day I die - and have the photosto remind me. Look, if you do decide to keep the piercings for awhile, I'll... smooth the way with your father. I mean, I got thesame ones, didn't I? I don't think we'll have to mention the partabout all the makeup, do you? That will be just between us. For now,we'll just tie your ponytail a little different to cover your ears.Try to give him your left profile only. "He gave me a phone number to save in my mobile and told me that if the enforcers threatened us in any way, to call that number and say "black dog."That was all. Cool. Just like spy stuff, I thought.After a quick breakfast—nervous stomach, I guess; I wasn't looking forward to a confrontation today—I left to get Denise. She looked lots better this morning than she did yesterday morning and I commented on it."Got a pretty good sleep last night," she responded, "thanks to your helping me with my. Get the picture, you need a strong back to do what I do. Carrie was a rising young star in the company and she was assigned to be my factotum, liaison and general guide. She was not pleased. In fact she was pissed, but far too nice a lady to let on. At first I figured her for a stuck up bitch. She was icily formal when we were alone. She volunteered nothing but did give me complete answers when I asked the right questions. For the first few days we sat through endless meetings. I filled my.