I thought about what had just gone on a week ago between me and Rachel in Atlanta and smiled. I couldn’t deny the talk of a new sexual revolution, I just wasn’t a major participant in it.

Mr. Vissel stood from his chair and said, “Well, let me get back to this interview. But you just think about things, no pressure, just thinking.

“There’s a lot of money out here in sex,” he told me. “Sex is economy and depression proof. There’s nothing in the world that will get a man or woman up for the task of the day like a good piece of dick or pussy. And no matter how much I tried to fight it over the years, it always came back to the basics; sex and money makes the world go ’round.”

He smiled and put his shades back on. Before he walked out of the room, he turned and asked me, “Are you still in contact with ah…what was her name?” He stopped and rose his hand to his temple to think about it.

“Andrea?” he asked me.

I was startled by it, but I kept my cool. I wanted to know what he would say about her without being biased. So I told him, “That girl has been missing for years.” It was the truth. I had only recently bumped into her again.

He nodded. He said, “She’s a beautiful girl; showed up here in tears years ago, just trying to make anything happen for herself. I felt sorry for her. But she met a few people and got back on her feet. We called her The Goddess back then. All of the rich guys wanted her. She even hooked up with one of my favorite girls here and they became real close before they both left us for good.”

He said, “I wish them well,” and that was it. He walked out of the room to leave me there to ponder everything.

Brazil, I thought to myself. Andrea had met her at Mr. Vissel’s place. And if they had met each other there, I’m sure that nothing I could have said to her would have been out of the ordinary. She had been turned out already.

“The Goddess, huh?” I repeated out loud. I was shocked, but there was no denying it. Andrea fit the bill; she was a gorgeous woman who had sadly never made the cut as a model.

I thought again and immediately checked my cell phone messages. Sure enough, among other calls, Andrea had left me a message:

“I didn’t know you were gonna be in Chicago tonight. Call me back when you get this.”

I stopped the message and realized that I could have had my first threesome in Chicago that night. Now I knew that she and Brazil had talked about it, but I didn’t feel excited about it anymore. I felt guilty and ashamed for Andrea. Had I officially made her my woman and taken care of her years ago…