<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Nicky<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">           </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>Right on cue, Lippy wakes and springs into action.  She's up, off to refresh.<br/><br/>"Coffee would be great," I answer as she returns.<br/><br/>"Yes, I've got an appointment booked to speak with our Ms. Fenring tomorrow morning at 11:00.  Her assistant didn't ask a thing, so we'll at least have the element of surprise for a moment or two."<br/><br/>I smile, looking at the stack of business cards.  I'm not quite sure how much I'm suppose to be announcing my affiliations, but they will be good to have to give me some legitimacy when needed.  The name of the firm, as I present them, should also make for some good conversation starters.<br/><br/>The car whisks us into the city and down to midtown without too much hassle.  It really is great to be back in this city again.  Chicago will always be my home, but I can certainly appreciate the ways in which this place really is one of a kind.<br/><br/>I pay the driver and grab our bags.<br/><br/>"Have fun, and I'll meet you at the bar at 6," I reply, and Lippy is gone, off to explore the city a bit in her own way.<br/><br/>Check in is simple and easy, and I decide to head up and check out the room.  The suite is spacious, large, and very well appointed.  I leave the larger room for her, and quickly unpack the clothes that could use hanging up and a bit of air.  Checking my watch, I've got time for a quick shower, to wash the plane smell off of me, and the water pressure rewards my decision.<br/><br/>I dress in black jeans, a grey shirt and black jacket, and it feels good to be in fresh clothes.<br/><br/>Like a proper lady, Lippy makes her smiling entry into the bar at around 6:15.  We share a quick drink before agreeing to hit up a little neighborhood Italian place on 55th that I remember. I have to admit, I don't think it hurts my standing in from of Lippy when the owners remember me and greet us both warmly.<br/><br/>The food is rustic and delicious, and its wonderful to get to know my partner a bit more, and we share stories of her afternoon in the City, and I share a few slightly edited tales of some of my own past visits.<br/><br/>We decide on a walk after dinner, hitting up a small bar nearby for a nightcap.  It's one of those great, clear, crisp evenings and the sidewalks are bustling.<br/><br/>I'm used to saying good night to lovely women at the curb, or at the doors of their hotels or apartments, so it is a bit new for us both the be heading up to the same hotel room...  but we're professionals, after all.  I only have to mind myself of that, and of her previous comment, once or twice, as she really is stunning.  This fact is not lost on the men of New York either.<br/><br/>A bid her good night and turn in.  I'm asleep quickly, after the walk, and I don't stir until my alarm sounds in the morning.<br/><br/>I get myself presentable before heading out into the shared space of the suite.  Lippy is already up and dressed and bustling about, so we agree to head out for breakfast.  There's a high end breakfast place I love at 56th and 6th, so we march our way down there.  It's great to be freed from LA's reliance on driving.