Since I didn’t want to come across as being too anxious, I applied the 48-hour rule. I didn’t call until at least two days passed. During the initial conversation, I found out she was from Memphis, graduated from Fisk University with a degree in accounting, and was in the Air Force Reserves. She loved Billie Holiday and was an accountant for a gay owned design company. I was so impressed by our conversation I didn’t even have second thoughts when she invited me over to her apartment for drinks the following week.
“Hey, I hope you didn’t have trouble finding the place. Would you like something to drink,” she asked as I walked into her apartment. I said sure and sat down, checking out the surroundings as I made myself comfortable. While she was in the kitchen getting our refreshments, I did
