I don't see Mr. Lush Lips the next day but he escorts me to the club that night. He says a few clipped sentences and doesn't invite conversation. What a grouch. From the looks of his slightly red eyes, a sleepy grouch. I shouldn't feel sorry for the jerk but I slept like a baby and have a little room to be magnanimous. His damn ass in tight pants helps too.

We part company at the lounge inside the club. I order a strawberry daiquiri. Yep, a girlie drink but I don't care. I never get ...