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Emmaline feigned some interest. She got off early one night before the sun set, so we went out for coffee.
                  We talked about where I'd been and the life she led. I asked her to come up to my cabin when she dropped me off. She declined, that's how I knew she was perfect.
                  I continued to go and see her but slowly left earlier and earlier instead of at last call. And then I stopped going in at all.
                  She asked Zed and some of the other regulars about me, what I was up to, where I'd been, that sort of thing. It was all part of the game, her chasing me, even for just a friendship. She called my cell phone, shot me a text here and there. I was never rude, never dismissive.
                  I went into the Pitt for a quick bite to eat and I saw her there, I always memorize their schedules. When performing the dance, I have to be precise. She was excited to see me. We chatted for a bit, and she asked me on a date for that weekend. I informed her I would be out of town visiting a publishing house for a few days, but when I got back she'd be the first to know.
                  The thing about women is that even the most prudent ones respect patience. If she turns you down and you act like it never happened, she begins to pursue you.
                  I booked the hotel for my business trip, ordered my plane tickets, and did everything online using a personal credit card, for authorization if the cops got wise. I drove to the airport in my green Honda and bought a parking pass for the weekend. I walked through the airport for a bit. Watching couples greet one another, a beautiful sight indeed. After about an hour I took a cab back to my cabin in the woods.
                  Emmaline had a reliable car, an old two thousand three Toyota Corolla. At about ten thirty that night, I slid a nail into her back tire. Just enough to start a slow leak.
                  I casually strolled through the woods to my humble cabin. I wanted to surprise her. The basement in most houses can be so lifeless. I turned mine into a guest room set up for the game, with all the luxuries a beautiful girl like Emmaline could ever desire.
                  Once I tidied up our future home, I went to look for my damsel in distress. I was driving my silver Dodge Charger, the same car I always drive this time of year, the same car I drove all those years ago when it happened.
                  She wasn't far from the Pitt, on a back road, conveniently near my cabin. She was nervous when I pulled up, especially since she had never seen my Charger before, she hadn't been in Kobe long enough to know my dark side. She was relieved when I appeared at her window.
                  Emmaline had no way to change the tire and it was awfully dark. I told her I would bring her back in the morning to fix the car. The lie that usually gets stuck in my teeth made it out quite easily this time around.
                  I opened the passenger door like a gentleman, and she slid onto my heated leather seat.
                  "Ooh, that's warm," Emmaline said with wide eyes.
                  "I can't buy a car without them anymore. Where to?"
                  "Well, it's late. I should get home. I thought you were out of town."
                  "I wanted to be with you this weekend," I said.
                  Her familiar laugh sweetly tingled my ear drums. "It's not even the weekend yet, Curt, It's only Wednesday." She fixed her shirt and looked down at her pretty pink fingernails. "What happened? Did they cancel?" Emmaline looked up inquisitively.
                  "No, they just rescheduled for next month," I said.              
                  Her brow relaxed as she smiled, her trust, so warm in my hands. She never expected