My friend and I pulled up at the valet parking in the front of the Paris hotel in Las Vegas. It was a warm spring evening, and the sun had just begun to set behind the mountains. The air smelled fresh and clean, an anomaly for the strip. I smiled to myself when I noticed the valet sneaking a peek at my legs when I extended them and stepped out of Sue’s car. Maybe this would be a good night after all. She smiled radiantly...