I looked it over briefly (it was the standard realty contract), and signed it. I wrote a check for the down payment.I politely asked, "Are you free S...aturday night?”She was. She suggested I come to her apartment around 7:00. She’d cook dinner.So it was that I appeared there Saturday night. I brought flowers. Even though she had committed herself to me, I didn’t want to be a jerk. She invited me in. She was wearing a blouse that accentuated her figure, with tight-fitting jeans. We kissed. All in all, it was their business, not just his.The only really harsh disagreement they had ever had was when he caught 19 year-old son Jay, fucking his 16 year-old sister Melody. Dennis had exploded and threw Jay out of the house and had not seen or spoken to him in the intervening years. Judy had been furious at him for his treatment of his son, saying that Melody was just as much to blame but that Melody was Daddie's little darling and could do nothing wrong. Even Melody had tried to talk. This time he threw my pillow to the other side of the room. “Do you know Angie Rourke?” I did, but not well. She was a skinny Irish chick with coppery hair and freckles. I knew she ran cross country, her but looked good in track shorts, but I didn’t think I’d ever spoken to her. Brian couldn’t have picked two girls more opposite physically if he’d tried. Maybe he had.“I might be up for that,” I said after a long moment of consideration. Brian’s eyes lit up immediately.“Don’t worry about the. Our eyes met almost instantly; she walked toward me with a slight smile. I wanted to look her over from head to foot and back, lingering over her elegant curves, but forced myself to hold her eyes and to smile in return.It was already clear that this lunch with my former protégé wasn't going to be easy. My feelings hadn't changed even a little bit in the months since we had last spent any time together. I stood up, shook her hand, stifling the urge to give her a hug, then pulled out a chair and.