"I called her up the next afternoon. She was busy." A muscle shaped
itself in his temple, twitched, vanished. "So I made a date for another
evening. We had dinner and danced around--at the Stork. On dough you
lent me. And that evening I accepted the invitation to go into her
apartment with her. You see--she wasn't merely diverted by a dope--but
she felt she owed me something. Something that corporation had paid
for. Only--"
"It was different for her."