Barbette knew that Jerry was 18 years older than she. She had met Jerry through her father when she was eighteen and Jerry and her dad played golf together. In fact, her father was once part owner of his club but her father had allowed him to purchase the interest that he owned in the club, a year earlier.
Jerry had been Barbette’s sex-partner and she would never forget how good he was. Being older and more experienced Jerry had taken every opportunity to teach her everything he knew about sex. Also, just being around him had put her in a great position to learn a lot about running a business; he owned three clubs in Atlanta. Barbette remembered how he used to love to have her in his office, - on his desk. She always thought that might have been a power thing with him, but had to admit that she loved it herself.
Barbette assumed Jerry knew Dee pretty well from the brief conversation they had. Dee had said more to him than he had to Barbette all night.
Jerry turned towards Carl and asked, “What’s your lady’s, name Carl”
“Oh yeah,” Carl said almost distractedly as he pulled Barbette by the hand forcing her to face Jerry. Jerry looked shocked. He stared at Barbette, wearing a surprised look on his face. Carl noticed the way Jerry was looking at Barbette, but continued with the introduction. “Barbette this is Jerry, Jerry this is Barbette.” Jerry put his hand out and Barbette took it in hers.
“It’s been a long, long time,” Jerry said.
Barbette just smiled. They never took their eyes off each other.
Carl quietly asked, “Do you two know each other?”
Jerry spoke up, “Very well… We met a long, long time ago.” Jerry still had Barbette’s hand in his and their eyes were still on each other.
Carl said, “Hey man - you want to meet tomorrow to talk about the group?” Jerry let go of Barbette’s hand and brought his attention to Carl and Dean.
“Oh… yes,” he said. “Can you come by the club around 1:30 in the afternoon?”
