“Yes,” I told him. “For an appetizer I’d like the Tsunami Shrimp.”
“Soup or salad?”
“A small Queen Anne’s Spinach Salad.”
“And for your dinner?”
“I’ll have the Château Filet Napoleon – rare… thank you.”
“An excellent choice. And for you, sir?”
“He’ll have the Scallops Marsala with a small Caesar salad. For his entrée he’d like the 8 ounce Filet also rare with a 5 ounce Caribbean tail.”
“Thank you. I’ll bring your appetizers back shortly.”
Then I looked him right in the eye. “The token?”
“Oh I’m sorry,” he said as he reached down next to his chair. He handed me a long pink box, but instead of a ribbon it was tied with a half inch wide strip of black leather that was formed into a bow.
The box contained a dozen roses and a riding crop.
“The whip is hand crafted of wild alligator h
