It was Mary!”“My Mary?”“Yeah, your Mary!”“Do I want to know what you did with her?”“Do you want to hear what happened, in my dream?”...“I’ve had dreams about girls before. For the sake of our friendship, let’s not share, OK?”“That’s a deal,” I said, and we shook hands.“What’s your idea, Chucky boy!”He gave me a soft fist to my shoulder as we headed down the stairs together. He never like that nick-name!“Some of the songs you’ve picked out might sound even better, if the girls who weren’t singing. "You plan to be a faceless bureaucrat?" I plan to be an FBI agent," I replied proudly.For as long as I could remember, I had wanted to join the FBI. Oh, itwasn't for the glamour. I knew better than that. It was just that I hadbeen brought up in a family where money wasn't that important. It neveris when your family has more of it than they could ever spend - and minedid. And like many wealthy Eastern families, a career in public serviceseemed right. Granted, the FBI was a little unusual. Most. I was on a full ride scholarship, and my parents sent me money from time to time. And the first thing I did was get a part time job.College was interesting for a seventeen year old. I looked and acted older, so no one asked my age. Thanks to my travels, I knew how to please women, something the coeds soon learned. I never lacked for companionship.I didn’t take summer breaks, and graduated in three years, second in my class. Got an entry level job at a major firm, and worked my ass off. Went as. I wanted to say sorry for my foolishness last night and tell you that I love you very much. You are the very centre of my being. I hope you know that. I do love you Beth, and I don't really doubt you, I don't know what got into me yesterday. I guess it was several pints of beer, but I shouldn't have said what I did. I'm sorry."She leant forward and kissed me on the cheek. "You're forgiven." No, I want to say sorry more than that. I do trust you, you know. Do you remember that Adam incident when.