" As John looked about the club he saw the glitterball, the various drapes and, when looking towards the bar, something attracted his eye. "That's a b...it dull isn't it, Mike? Shirts for the bar staff? I asked for bikinis at least. I wanted my guests to have a night to remember! Are the dancers going to wear duffle coats?" he spat with disgust. "Would you care for a closer inspection?" asked Mike, still smiling as he led John towards the bar. "Victoria, sweetheart, would you be a love and get Mr. Slowly and with grace she returnedto an upright position, lowering her hands to her side and raising herhead. She preformed her curtsy just as her mother had trained andexpected her to.Miss Styles looked on with delight as her former son showed his obedienceand appreciation. The boy once made of snips and snails and puppy dogtails showed her the proper respect she so richly deserved. She hadalways wished for a daughter, one who would adore her and be like her.She wanted a daughter who would be. When I returned with our bounty, I cleared some space on my desk to layout our one-star dinner. It was clearly more than we could eat, but I grabbed some paper plates and napkins for the feast. We dug in like two teenagers that hadn't eaten in days. As we ate, she asked me, "Are you married?"I replied, "No," with a face full of pizza.Then she asked, "Can I ask how old you are?"I chewed up the pizza in my mouth and wiped my face before replying, "Let me tell you answers to some of the. .. okay,” I reluctantly conceded. “But you had better play better than you’ve been playing,” I warned her. “If you don’t it’s going to be expensive ... for us and for you!”Gently she rubbed one of her perfect little buns and squeaked, “You mean... ?”“I mean!”“But they’re still awful sore from the last time,” she complained.“Tough!”It was all the two men could do to control their laughter.“How about handicaps?” I asked in a voice that would carry a bit. This was part of what we had discussed.