I didn’t want to push my luck though, so I just shot back a short response and called Preston. He was always my go-to guy for all things involving women.“Well, I guess I didn’t fuck it up too bad,” I said when he answered, “She agreed to meet for dinner this weekend.”“Really?” There was more surprise in the single word than there should have been and I knew something wasn’t quite right.“What do you mean, really? Why are you so surprised by that?”“It’s just, I dunno, I figured she’d forgive you, not set up a dinner date.”“Preston, it’s me. I could go through the phone book and call every number in alphabetical order and a good ninety percent of the people I talked to, male or female, would agree to a dinner date with me.”“Trust me, I know, Porter. I was just sure she was in the other ten percent is all. She hates the porn industry. She was ready to bolt the moment I opened the door for her at the party last night. It’s not her scene and she’s kinda grossed out by it all.”Not her scene?
