Janeanne handed me a note.

Janeanne was intellectually miles ahead of the job that was being asked of her. I told her over and over, she should aspire to more -- but she was happy. She was dating like crazy, usually former clients of the clinic, football and baseball players, tennis bums and hockey pros.

She winked at me, just before I opened the note.

"What?" I asked. "Who's this from?"

"Rebecca Granville. She had it messengered over from her home, but obviously I put a trace on it to find out who it was from.... what's up with you and her, Eric? And does she like Andrew much?"

"Janeanne... Janeanne... Janeanne..."

"Wow," she said. "Such a fascinating answer, Dr. Lewis. In other words, you're telling me to mind my own P's and Q's, right?"

"That's right," I said and went into my office for privacy.

The note read... "Seafood and Martini's -- three o'clock today in Malibu" and left the address of a terrific seafood restaurant smack on the beach. Hmmm, what was this lady up to?

I intercom'ed Janeanne and made sure she canceled my afternoon appointments -- hoping in the back of my head that Rebecca hadn't rented a hotel room. What if she wanted to have sex?

I dismissed the idea and got started with my day.

*****

After my second martini, I said to Rebecca, "I hope you realize I'm not going to be able to drive for several hours."

She smiled and I realized she was thrilled that I was under her power-- her control. Rebecca told me she'd already seen to that and had one of her father's assistants from the house take my car back to the office. I could catch a ride with her.

"No, Rebecca," I said. "That's not necessary."

"Too late, Lewis. There goes your car now." We looked, and indeed it zipped out of the lot being driving by a cute, young boy of eighteen. I was her prisoner.

"Any special occasion I should know about, Rebecca?" I asked.

"Here," she said and handed me an envelope. I looked at and realized right away, they were airline tickets.

*****

I said, "yes."

She'd planned a weekend away for the two of us to San Francisco. I knew what this meant -- but I couldn't help myself. Just imagining having Rebecca on my arm at swanky restaurants, dancing at discos, partying the night away, moonlit walks at Fisherman's Wharf... the whole thing.

I admitted it to myself -- I was thrilled with the idea of being straight. I imagined myself a straight man... I thought, maybe Rebecca Granville was the one, the one woman on earth that could make me feel as normal as I felt when I was with a man.

I kept my fingers crossed.

Maybe she was the one....