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... over the next couple of days and I look for an excuse to contact her. I send an email to her just to cement our exchange the previous week: Hello Melanie, I hope that this email finds you well and smiling. I just wanted to provide my contact information, as it occurred to me that I didn't leave my card with you. I hope that you are navigating this weather with some success. Please find my contact information below. Regards, Trinity. Within an hour, I receive her reply: Trinity, Thank you so much for this email, I was hoping to hear from you. I have been asked to speak on a topic that could use your expertise and I was wondering if we could consult and discuss it further. Perhaps over lunch? My treat of course, let me know if that works for you. Take care, Melanie. Melanie and I live two states apart and coordinate a date and time to meet for lunch the following week. New Jersey is a halfway point between us and she suggests the Grand Lux Café in Paramus. The décor is upscale and the marble floors and hand blown glass fixtures burst with quality themed Venetian accents. The menu follows suit and reads like a creation from the best Italian trattorias and French bistros in Europe. She claims our table before I arrive, and as I enter, she allows the smile that hangs in the corners of her mouth to expand across her coral lips. The setting and the exchange of friendly emails over the last couple of weeks put me well at ease with her, as I return her smile with one of my own. The ...

... handshake quickly morphs into a soft hug and my nose pulls in the floral scent of her hair as we embrace. Her peach colored silk blouse is as soft as her hand as she presses into me, and looks great against her ivory complexion. “Thank you so much for coming. How was the traffic on the way down?” Down... “Oh no problem, my pleasure. The ride down was fine, it’s my drive home in rush hour traffic that will crush me.” “Yes, I know what you mean, I am in the same boat going home myself. Shall we get started…?” Munching on spinach and cheese dip as Melanie enjoys her omelet with tomato, lunch is productive and interesting to say the least. We consult about her next presentation, share insight and ideas about our fields and compare notes on who we both know in key places. Time clearly gets away from us and when I glance at my cell phone, I am surprised to see the time say 5:21 PM. “Will you look at the time? I-95 and the Merritt Parkway will be like a parking lot at this hour.” “Damn, you’re right! How about we have a cocktail? I know a great place twenty minutes west from here and it's happy hour now.” “Good idea, and sounds better than waiting in traffic, let’s go.” While I follow behind her in the quiet of my SUV, I replay our luncheon. Melanie is warm, friendly and engaging and though I consider myself to be a strictly heterosexual woman, I can easily see how any man can find her very sexy and appealing. We arrive at the Red Stone Tavern and the crowd consists of other licensed ...