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Before I retired, I had been business partners with my best friend, Paul, for about eleven years. We folded up one business because of poor revenues, but I kept the second one and ran it on my own. This business offered start-up advice to small- and medium-sized businesses and is doing quite well, although I am now running it in Ottawa. Because I am the sole worker, I don't need a formal office, and the office in my house serves me quite well. Paul is still working at a full-time job but plans to retire in about four years. He is still the best friend I have ever had. As a matter of fact, we HAVE to be friends because we know too much about each other :) Last October (almost a year ago) we ran into each other at a business show in Ottawa where I live. Paul is still working for a large firm in Montreal, about two hours away from Ottawa. We were both surprised to have seen each other mostly because he thought I was retired from this business altogether, and I figured time and distance separated us for good. Paul and I went to lunch and got caught up on a few things, mostly how we were doing with our social lives. When we worked together, both of us had more than several extra-marital affairs outside the city where we worked—at that time in Saint John, New Brunswick. His firm promoted him to regional manager and relocated him to Montreal. We had a great time reminiscing about the proverbial good-ole-days. We hung around with each other during the show and went for dinner together that night. The bar-restaurant we went to was pretty crowded with lots of skin to look at, although we didn't try to make contact with any of the girls there. After dinner, I suggested we go to my house for a few ...

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