OK time to continue my story and you will have to pardon me if I'm fuzzy on the details. It was a strange night, and before I'll elaborate I just want to say I'm not totally horrible at talking to women, just sometimes horrible. I got a call from some secretary confirming dinner for that evening and a limo picked me up at around seven o'clock. I was wearing cargoes and a sweater which made the driver frown at me. He then handed me a hanger bag and told me to change in the back. Inside the bag was a very very expensive tux which I put on. I'm not a total looser somewhere along the way I learned to tie a tie. So when I arrived Sandra was there at the table. The place was nice it looked like some 50's nightclub very classy with marble, black tie, the whole nine yards. Not many people realize this and many have said otherwise but I do have a good sense of humor. So I talked to Sandra for a while till the food arrived, I'll spare you all the details but I did confirm that she was responsible for my debts being canceled, apparently when she told her her father about saving her life he called up the banks that he already owned and told them to cancel my loans. I have to say I was grateful but she was just so matter of fact about it. Clearly money was nothing to her family. The food was incredible and trust me you don't want to know how much it cost. So then her father comes over and gives me a big hug. And thanks me for saving his daughter. He was a big guy smelling like a humidor, An English mafioso one dare not trifle with... (story has been discontinued due to lack of intrest.)