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    Suddenly Wilma put down the hair brush and the dryer and turned me around to face her. I could tell she had to voice what was really on her mind. “You’re planning on having sex with this man, aren’t you? Damn girl, you think sex can get you whatever you want. I know you, you probably see this man as a challenge, someone to conquer. Honey, Dr. Cox warned you to be careful with men. You tend to lose control, don’t you; admit it.”
    “Okay Mama Wilma, I admit, I don’t have a great record romantically. But, we’re just going to have dinner. I promise I will be careful.  But if the real Coach is half the dream Coach, and I hope he is, would it be okay with you if I messed around just a little?”
    “And watch how much you have to drink, it doesn’t mix well with your medications. Be sure you have protection, and don’t go out of the Bar with him. You stay close. Be careful, honey, please!”
    “Ok, Ok, I will be careful, I promise. Now go on back downstairs, I’ve got to get ready.”
    I hugged Wilma. “I love you, thanks for loving me and listening, it makes me feel so much better.”
     
    I sat back down at mom’s antique vanity and finished brushing and drying my hair. I finally decided to fix it in a French twist to expose my slender neck. I picked the pastel pink wraparound skirt and white silk blouse to provide just the right flair, a bit of modesty and a lot of sexy. I fastened the stacked chocolate pearls around my neck, so they dangled just to the top of my breasts. The pearls were tasteful, but inviting.
    My makeup for the evening took a little longer; slightly brighter cheeks, inviting lipstick, nice base powder and blush, lined eyes, and finally a hint of perfume behind the ears. I’ve always loved getting ready for a date; men are so visual. Use the right hair style, show a little cleavage and wear the perfect makeup and perfume, and you can get them to do anything you want. I wonder if I am going to be able to get Coach Mac to do what I want tonight. I couldn’t help but smile in anticipation of the challenge.
     
    After a few whirls before the mirror, I breezed out of the apartment and descended to the Bar to begin my routine of greeting patrons and ensuring everyone was having a good time. And I waited patiently for my dream man.
     

Chapter Four
    The plan was for Roberto, the Summit’s doorman, to direct Coach to Jimmy’s. He told me later he and Coach had developed a little routine where Coach asked him what to do for the evening.  Roberto assured me he had told Coach about Jimmy’s, every evening of the four day convention. Each night he told him a little more of the history of Jimmy’s, and finally got him to agree to come here on Friday night.  I had every confidence in Roberto.
    So I made my rounds, greeting the regulars and talking to those I didn’t recognize. There seemed to be more first timers this Friday than usual. Probably the summer tourist crowd coming to gawk at the gangster’s bar, and sip the 1920’s homebrew ‘Speak Easy’ beer we featured.
    I settled into the owner’s booth in the rear of the lounge area to wait. I was so pumped with anticipation, I wanted to rush to the Summit and grab Coach McCoy out of one of those stuffy educational meetings he was leading.
    But I didn’t.
    I waited, and I waited, and my anxiety built up with each passing minute. I am not a patient person. The longer I waited, the more I thought about the sexy dream dates I had with Coach. One time we met at a basketball game in New York City, and he bought me cotton candy. In another dream, I walked in on the whole team showering after a game, ripped all my clothes off and they all laughed. I didn’t say the dreams made sense! But there were occasional dreams where we sat on the floor before a roaring fire and just held each other. In those dreams I wanted something to happen, but Coach resisted my advances.
    I was going crazy daydreaming. So I sat and waited and watched