And you look really professional, even distinguished.”
That last one had a ring of truth to it, as Phil had often heard similar things from recruiters. Porn “Sorry, I was waiting for someone—”
“—and you have found her.”
Phil stared as the waitress headed off. He tried using telephone dating services, but never got far. She pushed him to get creative in how he did that. Sue closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else, some vital emotion to blot out the blur of physical pain. “You bought that outfit…to impress me?”
Phil loved staring at women in miniskirts, but struggled to do so without them noticing. Stay positive. “No, Dad! I loved your pics, she typed. “Is this what you’ve been so worried about?”
“Yes,” he replied. His eyes bore hungrily into her
