Man, the days of "Microsoft money". I remember those days. I had friends with some of that money, although none myself.

After I passed the bar examination I found myself in Seattle, up at the Lake City Rick's for a little relaxation. I became entranced with a dancer named Samara, and as Rick's was closing I arranged to take her out for a night I'll never forget. She had a wrecked belly from childbirth (this was the night i learned to watch out for the strategically-tied scarf around the midriff), but absolutely no gag reflex and a wicked imagination. We were at it all night and late into the morning the next day, and even ended up getting our fuck on in some adult theater down on Westlake near the Westin. Samara was the best time ever.