“Oh, my, yes indeed. Quite a match, too. The computer rates these things on a scale of 1 to 100. Generally, anything less than 50 or 60 is doomed fr...om the start. I refuse to accept anything less than 75 to 80 when placing a young lady with a client. The higher the rating, the more likely a long lasting, mutually beneficial match will be made.”“And?”“Well, the computer has spit out a match of 95 per cent compatibility. Really quite high. At this level, even marriage is not unheard of.”“So, call. Maybe the way to get to know Maureen O'Conner better was to take her out on innocent little two-bit excursions in broad daylight.Take her out to Starbucks.An afternoon matinee at the neighborhood Cineplex.Cruising the nearest shopping mall.That would be the ticket: Two-to-three hour excursions into the nearby world at large. Short dates that didn't put any strain on her conscience because she was leaving her son with grandma. Venues that didn't suggest we'd shortly wind up half-looped on booze. I asked him what he meant and Ron the co-driver told me to lay on my back and start working that into my ass or he'd just start off with his big cock and not be gentle at all about it. I looked down at his lap and he was bouncing a monster in his hand that had veins that looked to be as big around as my little finger.I begged them to just let me go because I wasn't gay when Ron reached over and slapped me, close to knocking me out again. I realized begging wasn't going to get me anywhere so I. A most ridiculous thought, of course, but suddenly the simplicity of hanging out with my old friends and getting trashed seemed rather appealing. Even if it would be strange as hell if I showed up there. Then again, it’ll be all people I don’t really know that well ... Brian wouldn’t give a shit, just call out a loud greeting as usual ... But then what... ?I paced around the entrance to our driveway for a time, feeling as if the entire world was uncertain. The ankle issue wasn’t a big deal, all.