"Yeah sure," she imitated. "I didn't ask you to go hang yourself."Gina looked up at her.I felt my hope rising. Was it going to happen now?"Why don't you ask me?" Lucy continued softly."Ask you?" Gina sat up and turned to Lucy, her eyes wide. "Ask you what?" To borrow Danny, of course..." Lucy smiled."What?" Gina's eyes grew wide. "I don't want that," she mumbled.Lucy just smiled at her. "You're horny, he's a man, why not?" No, I can't Lucy!" Of course you can," Lucy assured her."No Lucy," Gina was persistent now. "I really can't do this." She got up again and Lucy jumped out of bed after her."Okay, okay," she said. "Listen, I am sorry, maybe I was out of line." It's okay," Gina said. "I'll wait in the living room, no problem." There is actually something even better you can do."Gina got an expression of mixed suspicion and curiousness in her face. "What's that?" she asked."Well," Lucy started cautiously. "There is this thing... something me and Danny wanted to do, but we just can't. In the lounge, at his direction, I ordered a gin and tonic unless the bartender was professional. Then I was allowed Singapore Slings. It had to be with Beefeater Gin, Benedictine, Cointreau, grenadine syrup, pineapple juice, lime juice and a dash of Angostura all shook in a tumbler and poured in a glass with ice. Then cherry brandy was poured over an upside-down spoon for a top layer, a maraschino cherry and pineapple slice were then added as a garnish.Arriving at the lounge I’d plead for a Singapore Sling, Edward checked with the bartender and if his criteria were met, he obliged. We sat at the bar so I could watch it made but was limited to two. Dinner was accompanied by an examination of the wine menu, a lesson about wine growing regions, vintage years and wines appropriate for entrées. I typically ordered a salad versus his soup selection. He exposed me to a wide range of entrees that never tasted previously but frequented waiter.