They were a breath of fresh air from the stodgy formal legal crap he read all day long. She would talk about her hair, her makeup and her shoes. The ...girl loved shoes. Her emails were like pinballs, quickly shooting from one point to the next. He didn’t know why, but she’d latched on to him. She had been emailing him for a few months. She loved teasing him about being an attorney, and about looking like ‘Johnny Depp’ as she loved to point out. He didn’t mind getting her emails, but lately they. I called you over because I think we need to talk about what happened today. Don’t you?” “Oh, I thought there was a client.” “No, there’s no client. Just me and you.” Oh, just shoot me. How will I ever be able to talk about what happened today? I decided to play it cool and just act like it was no big deal. I was nervous though. What if you decided to fire me? You pointed to a chair and said, “Have a seat.” You weren’t smiling or friendly like you usually are. I sat down with my heart. The hot tub was empty and the sound of muted conversation was coming from the room next door.The buffet was set up in a room that led out to the pool. It had a wall of French glass doors facing the pool, which had a horizon edge, so that when you looked across the water all you saw was the valley and foothills beyond, and not the other edge of the pool. The view of the outside was nice, but the view inside was far better. Eight beautiful young women, all naked as the day they were born, were. Eventually my waiting paid off. There was one winter Erik and I spent a lot of time together - I saw him almost every day in fact. He had been laid off from his job, and my school schedule allowed me odd hours, when no one else I knew was available. So I saw him. We had lunch. We watched movies. We talked philosophy huddled up under a blanket in his basement, with me shoving my frozen toe-sicles under his butt for warmth. We had a lot in common, and a lot of areas where we squabbled endlessly.