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order. “But hold on. I detect there's more to this story than meets the eye. Okay spill, Hedley. You slept with her didn't you?”
     
    The waiter appeared with his notepad and pencil. The men ordered their usual.
     
    “Look, keep your voice down, okay?” Damian said. “Remember, I'm a reformed character. I don't kiss and tell.”
     
    “Go to hell. This is me you're talking to. You screwed her, didn't you? And she was good. Right?”
     
    A large grin appeared on Damian's face. Yes, he had enjoyed the sex and flew back to DC with a large bulge in the front of his pants just thinking about the sex with Sonia.
     
    “What did she look like?” Max cut into his thoughts.
     
    “She was beautiful. The agency did well. But she was a bit nervous; it was her first job.”
     
    “An escort virgin. I like what I'm hearing,” Max said. “Well, don't stop there. What was she like in the sack?”
     
    “I … er. I dropped her off at her place. We went upstairs, and …”
     
    “And what?”
     
    Their meal arrived and was served.
     
    “Why are you being so bashful, Damian?” Max goaded him on. “Don't tell me – she was a fucking freak, right?”
     
    “Stop it, Max. don't talk about her like that. I never should have opened my mouth. Just forget I mentioned the part about sleeping with her.”
     
    “Good God, Damian. Am I detecting a conscience? Are you no longer into the kiss and give graphic details later thing?”
     
    “Not where she's concerned, no.”
     
    “Oh … my … God. Damian Hedley, you slept with a woman you actually want to see again. Was she that good?”
     
    “I told you. Don't talk about her like that. She's a nice girl. It's a shame she has to earn her money that way.”
     
    “There's nothing wrong with being an escort, old man.”
     
    “Not the escort part,” Damian said, uneasily. “I mean the sleeping with the guy later.”
     
    “That agency is classy, Damian. If she slept with you, it wasn't for money, you dumb bastard. It was because she chose to.”
     
    Damian's eyes opened in shock.
     
    “What?” Max asked. “What did you do?”
     
    “I left her cash on the night stand before I left.” Damian hit his head with his palm.
     
    “You dumb bastard. I bet she's really impressed with you right now.”
     
    “Jesus,” said Damian. “She thinks I think she's a hooker. I have to call her.”
     
    “You have her number?”
     
    “No, but I can call the agency and get it. I can apologize for my mistake.”
     
    “Dude. I think you're far too late for that.”
     
    Just then, Damian's cell phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw Mr. Merriman's name appear. He smiled as he answered the call.
     
    “Good afternoon, Mr. Merriman. How are you and your wife?”
     
    “Oh pretty good, thank you. I was just ringing to say, I had the meeting with the other investor early this morning. It was short but sweet and quite promising. I'm still erring on the side of your proposal, but for one last time, I'd like to set up a meeting.”
     
    “Of course. When did you have in mind?”
     
    “How about Friday? I know you want an answer and I want to get this arranged too. I wonder if you and Penny could join Gloria and me for dinner at our house.”
     
    “That would be wonderful.” Damian flashed a look at Damian. “But I'm not sure Penny would be able to make it out again.”
     
    “Mrs. Merriman would not forgive me if Penny didn't come. She was really taken with her. Sort of the daughter she never had. That kind of thing, you know what it's like. Penny has the knack to brighten up any dinner party, I must admit.”
     
    “Yes, Penny is beautiful. I'll make sure she's there.”
     
    Max looked at him, wide-eyed
     
    “Just have your secretary contact mine with the details, Mr. Merriman, and Penny and I will see you there.”
     
    Max shook his head from side to side.
     
    “Don't tell me you just arranged a dinner with the Merrimans and promised to bring the girl you