A waiter, sans shirt, picked up the reserved sign from the table to which Cardi had led us, and rushed off with drink orders. In moments he returned and we settled in to watch the crowd with drinks in hand. Josephine leaned into me, pressing her breast against my arm. "May I sit in your lap, Sir?!" For some reason I glanced at Cardi, who nodded ever so slightly. I leaned into Josephine's ear and spoke more softly. "Of course you may, it would be my pleasure." She giggled with a girlish smile and clambered onto my lap. I slid my arms around her as she sat upright and looked first at Cardi, who smiled, then at me. I did likewise. "What's the time?!" she yelled too loudly. I looked at my watch. It was almost ten o'clock. I wondered briefly where the time went. "Almost ten!" "Great! Wa

