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I’m feeling here is anything to
go by, it wasn’t altogether unenjoyable for you either.”
    I didn’t comment and was grateful when Ron said, “Finally!
My better half is here!”
    Michael rapidly removed his hand and pulled out another
handkerchief to wipe his fingers on, while I quickly covered myself.
    Elaine blew into our space all fresh and breezy, her manner
friendly as ever. She looked lovely in a light, empire-waisted dress that
showed off her ample breasts and shapely legs to advantage. Both Ron and
Michael complimented her until she whacked them on their shoulders and told
them to stop flattering her.
    We greeted each other and clasped hands. She didn’t say
anything to me about the texting, which I appreciated.
    She apologized for being so late, said she was starving and
demanded a menu immediately. There wasn’t a waiter alive who would dare ignore
her. The service was snappy, and we soon placed our orders and only had now to
wait.
     Elaine said to me, “They haven’t been too hard on you,
have they? They can be a couple of tough taskmasters, believe me.”
    I didn’t know what to say. I just tried to smile and shook
my head in the negative.
    A wry expression on her face, she looked over at Ron. “I can
only imagine what you two have been up to. There’s no way you could resist a
pretty little thing like Nonnie. Admit it.”
    Ron said, “Admit what? Yeah, we had some fun, but I don’t
think we did anything too bad.”
    Michael said, “She’s fine, Elaine. Truly. Aren’t you,
Nonnie?”
    I said I was, which was true. Shaken but fine.
    Ron said, “Dammit, Elaine. What makes you think we’d do
anything to hurt that girl?”
    Elaine stopped him by holding up her hand. “I’m just giving
you a hard time, that’s all. And I want to make sure you remembered she’s new
to this.”
    Ron straightened in his seat and said in a firm voice,
“Woman, I’m invoking scene rules right now. No speaking unless spoken to. Do as
I say. You know the rules.”
    Elaine grinned. “Okay, fine, darlin’, I’ll back off.”
    Ron said, “I’m serious. Scene rules, right now.”
    Elaine sighed and said, “Okay, but wait a minute first. What
exactly do you two have planned here tonight?”
    Ron said, “Just some fun, right Weston?”
    Michael was reclining back in the booth in that casual way
he had, one arm resting around my shoulders. “That was the plan.”
    Ron said, “Hell, I forgot to ask for carrot sticks with my
appetizer. You brought my special carrot stick sauce, didn’t you, Elaine?”
    Elaine barked a laugh and swatted the big man’s shoulder.
“Alright. Scene rules it is. But first, Nonnie and I need a run to the ladies
room, don’t we, dear?” She looked at me.
    I agreed.
    After some shuffling around with the handkerchief underneath
me, and adjusting my dress to make sure I had myself covered before getting out
of the booth, Michael slid out of the booth and allowed my exit. Ron did the
same for Elaine. We headed to the ladies room, which Elaine said was in the
front of the building near the maître d’s podium and the entryway.
    I ignored the balls inside me that began their torment the
second I started walking. I was grateful when I could relax in one of the
stalls of the beautiful and pleasantly-perfumed restroom.
    By the time Elaine and I met again at the vanity to wash our
hands and futz with our hair and make-up, the only other occupant of the room,
an elderly, refined-looking woman, had left. We were alone and could talk
freely.
    Elaine said, “So, tell me the truth. Are you okay?”
    I told her I was.
    “Glad to hear it,” she said. “I really had planned to be
here, but you know how it goes sometimes. What have they done with you?”
    She was an easy person to talk to. I had no problems at all
giving her a quick rundown of what had happened before she arrived. She didn’t
say anything while I spoke, just fiddled with her lipstick in the mirror.
    When I was done, she said,