He moved his fork quickly, almost as if to stab the pile on his plate."Daintily," Andrea said. "One... tiny... bite!"Brad felt frozen, his fork just ...an inch away from his plate. Panting, hestruggled to force his eyes to stay open as he replied, "Anything toplease you, Andrea." He speared a spinach leaf, rolling his fork betweenhis fingers, folding the leaf into a bite-sized little package... thenlifted the fork to his lips, slid the leaf into his mouth and beganchewing."Good girl," said. Two steps in and I was stopped in my tracks by what can only be described as true beauty. A jet black, 1969 Camaro SS was sitting in our driveway. Just sitting there it reeked of horsepower. The motor was still ticking as it cooled down. Never had a car looked so out of place in our driveway. A driveway that had only ever seen sensible family cars. It didn’t take much of a guess as to who would park such an outrageous car in our driveway. It was almost like the car had been designed all those. I had the outside painted in traditional colors, since it was a very traditional farmhouse style design and fit nicely in the neighborhood.Solomon’s music was doing very well, and I patted myself on the back for investing in it. Solomon was still very active in the business, but told me often how much more he was enjoying it. We’d accomplished a lot in the five years I’d been there. Almost all the old inventory was sold, with a few odds and ends given away or sent to the landfill. My. "Sit, please, sit," Monique said to Samantha, indicating the other lounge chair. "So, what should we toast? I know, let's toast Alexander. Without him, I would be a pauper!" They drank their toast and Samantha sat back on her chair enjoying the lovely evening air and beautiful sunset."So what shall we talk about," Monique said in opening. "How long have you known Alexander?" It seems like all my life, but we really just met this morning," Samantha said blushing slightly with the memory."Really?.