I’m offering you anything you want, without limits or strings.” My head spun in shock at my own words, while my body grew more aroused at my solic...itation.Dean leaned back in his chair and pondered, allowing his leg to be caressed by mine. “Interesting, creative, bold proposal,” he said. “I’m not sure, though. I might have to see more of what you’re offering first. And what if the experience is underwhelming?” he asked half in sarcasm, half with sincerity.I smiled. His gifts for hard negotiation. We each ordered a drink from the bar and then mixed and mingled, asking leading questions that would hopefully reveal our mystery dates from the wannabes.I ruled out singles and couples that were already chatting with others and zeroed in on a couple standing together alone at the end of the bar, nearest the door. My hubby made bee-line for another couple in the opposite direction. I was short on time so I decided that the truth (mostly) would be the most expedient strategy; so I walked up. It had robbed Daniel ofhis happiness. Daniel threw the rock with all his might at the window. As the glassshattered, making more sound then Daniel had ever expected, Daniel felta rush of emotions flow through him. Surprisingly none of the emotionswere the feeling of content he had hoped for. Now flooded with guilt andstartled by the noise of breaking glass, Daniel ran home withoutstopping. If he had stopped, though, and turned around, Daniel may have seen twovery angry wiccans staring at him. They took turns dancing with me on the dance floor, though a few times all three of us danced together. There was nothing sexual about any of it. It was really just a fun night after a long week and we had some real laughs together. Everyone was having fun and there was nothing too serious about any of it.In the taxi on the way back to the hotel, the three of us in the back seat, I was feeling slightly drunk, but very relaxed and happy. We continued to joke and laugh but we were not too.