It was just a date

 Carol Butler was the only friend of my sisters I ever dated and then only once.  Depending on who and when they commented on the affair , it was perfect or a perfect disaster.  As I recall it was a disaster.  We had dinner downtown at the Hotel Black, then danced the evening away.  It must have been well after "10" before I  brought her home (she insisted). She did kiss me on the cheek before politely saying good night! I never dated another "friend" of my sister! By then a date was always on a Friday night and lasted until a least midnight if not later.