I have a great restaurant where we can meet, It is real close to where you are staying. The name of it is dar es salaam restaurant, they have great fo...od and live music.(I had my phone on speaker and Brandi is shaking her head yes) I said, “My wife has been listening to our conversation and she definitely wants to go. What time should we meet you there?”Abioye answered, “I will make reservations for eight, I know the owner. When you arrive just give the maître de my name and he will seat you.”I. Easy peasy, I thought. He began to do lightly drag his pointer finger around my chest and I easily began to laugh. It was hella ticklish and I just couldn’t. “Haha Zeke! You can call quits now if you’d like! And I won’t tickle you to death.” “Hell no. I want to see you lose this game!” “Game on, bud!” I began to follow suit and outline figure eights on his chest. Man, was his chest slightly muscular. I don’t know what I was feeling but I began to get a little short out of breath. I wasn’t sure. "Daddy", Jacquie then said, "why are you aroused; is that appropriate?" Jacqueline's Dad answered a question with a question, to re-take control of the conversation; "Have you been reading my comics, Jacquie, the ones under my bed?"Jacqueline tried to deny it, but her Daddy pointed out how she put them back in the wrong order sometimes in her haste not to be busted, or when she "borrowed" them for a few days, and always certain ones? Martin had never mentioned this to his Daughter. Had left me with a sour taste in my mouth.I thought about all the hardy souls that had surrounded me during the dangerous American Civil War and the adventurous Americans that had pulled up stakes and headed west in the greatest migration the country had ever seen seeking the ideal place to put down roots and making this country the greatest the world had ever seen.I think it was the solid wall of bureaucracy that disgusted me the most because it was layer after layer of inefficiency insulating.