Dick’s was bored. He had declined the translator service saying he knew some Spanish. He was now with the fourth woman who had asked to see him. The card the women filled in had their information on the other side: age, height, and interests. When d**k came back from lunch twenty-five cards were waiting for him. He went through them quickly and gave Tania back twenty of them. Out of the three he had already talked to one was a hooker and the second was nice enough but too religious. She had asked him how often he went to church and when he said never, she gave him a look as if the floor would open and Satan himself would come up and take him down with him. The one he was talking to now was nice. She was a teacher and ten years his junior. She had been married, but her husband had died in
