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care if I never see him again!”
    Margaret looked
at him. “I really think you need to forgive him so that you can move on.”
    “I have moved
on Margaret.  I’m thirty-five years old, for goodness sake.  What do
I need a father for? I’ve got everything I need.”
    “ Do you
have everything you need, Daniel?” she asked and left the office without
waiting for a response.
    Daniel turned
back to his computer, clicked on his Windows Mail icon and glanced through
files on his desk while he waited for the e-mails to be downloaded.  He
suddenly felt restless and definitely not in the mood for work today.  He
had his tennis bag in the car; he would drive to the club and see if he could
find someone to play with him, or hopefully the pro would be available. 
He definitely felt the need to hit something hard.
    He stopped the
mail in the middle of the download, turned off the computer and TV, stuffed the
files on his desk into his briefcase and left his office.  Maybe he’d have
a look at them later.
    “I’ll be at the
tennis club, Margaret,” he said as he walked past her.
    Margaret stared
after him in amazement.  Daniel was going to the club during the day to
play tennis instead of working?  Yeah, right, he had gotten over his
father.

 
 
    “ Aagh !” grunted Daniel as he slammed the ball back over the
net to the pro. It dropped just outside the base line.
    “Fifteen -
thirty,” said Geoffrey, the pro, as he threw a couple of balls back over to
Daniel.
    Daniel tossed
the ball up and prepared to hit it over the net with power and missed.  He
felt dizzy and unsteady on his feet.  What was going on? The second serve
hit the net.
    “Fifteen -
forty,” called Geoffrey.
    The next serve
was also a fault and while the second one stayed in, it was no challenge for
the pro to get back.  The pair rallied for several minutes, each blasting
the balls back across the net with precision but unable to get the best of the
other. Suddenly Geoffrey sent a blistering shot down the line, passing Daniel
who didn’t even have the chance to move.
    “Game, set and match. Late night?” Joked Geoffrey as they shook hands at the net.
    “That’s
probably it,” said Daniel distractedly.  “Can I buy you a drink?”
    “I’ll have to
take a rain check,” said Geoffrey, “I’ve got another session in 15 minutes.”

 
 
    Daniel headed
for the men’s changing rooms. The exclusive tennis club was over thirty years
old and was located on the East side of Manhattan near some up market
neighborhoods and not too far from Daniel’s own penthouse apartment. He’d been
a member there for about four years and tried to play at least once a week to
keep fit. 
    Fifteen minutes
later, Daniel was bathed and refreshed, wearing a clean pair of walking shorts
and a polo shirt he had in his tennis bag.  He sat at the bar and ordered
a gin and tonic. Probably not the best idea after his dizziness earlier, but he
needed it.
    “Must be a hell
of a day to be drinking a gin and tonic at this time,” said a sultry
voice.  He didn’t have to turn around to know who it belonged to.  It
was Pamela Highland’s. They’d been together a few times in the past and had a
no-strings-attached kind of relationship.
    “Hi Pam,” he
said turning around and taking in her short, way-too-sexy tennis outfit. “It
certainly started out that way but I’m feeling better already,” he said, his
gaze zeroing in on her ample bosom like a laser beam.
    “It must be
something big to make you leave your first love, work, at this time of the day.
Anything I can do to take your mind off your worries?” she asked sliding
between him and the next bar stool. “You know my place is ten minutes away. I’d
be happy to give you a back massage or anything else you need,” she offered,
rubbing her hand up and down his back.
    A picture of
Angela flashed into his mind and he quickly squelched it.  After all it
wasn’t as if they were in a serious