"I understand," I said, and I almost did. "I'm sorry. Anyway, I'll see you later. I've got something I have to do at home."
I excused myself and went home. The thing I had to do there was THINK!
I went into my room and turned on my TV, with the volume way down. I had incredible power now. How was I going to use it?
A music video on the TV distracted me. Even though I could barely hear the music, I could see the artist: Christina B. Lopez, or CBLo, as she was called.
She -- was -- HOT! In the video, she wore a skin-tight, sequined pantsuit with LOTS of cleavage. And her moves, OUCH!
"CBLo, I wish you were right here in the room with me," I said without even realizing I'd said the "w" word.
I felt a sudden weight on my bed beside me. I looked and, right next to me, WAS CBLo!