I fanned them."Funny," the bouncer said, his face belying what he said. He turned toward the main entrance and signaled another bouncer. "Charley, let... these four in." Charley" nodded his head, and we walked toward him.I went to show him the tickets, but he just waved us in past the crowd.Inside, it was much more quiet. There were pictures on three walls. On one wall was a collage of pictures in varying sizes of a lovely blonde girl. On another wall were similar collage of a nondescript guy. A. Arlie gave me a copy of your autobiography. It's absorbing and beautifully written. May I ask? Did you have a ghost writer?" I had an excellent editor," Zeke said, "but, no, no ghost writer. It's essentially my own writing, as improved, as I said, by an excellent editor." Well, I'm not even a dedicated fan, and I really enjoyed it. It's probably the first sports-related book I've ever read from beginning to end. Biography, in general, isn't my usual reading passion. But this was engrossing.". Mature, stern, confident . He gave me directions and said I could come over anytime. I told him I would be there in an hour, my heart thumping in my chest. He told me to take my time, reminding me to wear his favorite outfit. I assured him I would. He said "See you soon baby." After he hung up, I was incredibly nervous and excited and finished getting ready as quickly as I could. At the last minute I applied thick lipstick, eye shadow, and rouge to my face, and throwing some jeans on over my. (And fortunately we were already intimate. I can't imagine how embarrassing it would have been to watch that scene with a casual date.) When we went back to his room later, this image played a part in our lovemaking. We shared a bottle of wine to loosen up, which we often did, by the light of a couple candles, romantic and sexy. When he drained it, he made a show of licking off the neck of the bottle and looking at it lasciviously. "Would you dance with the bottle, for me?" he asked. I was kind.