I am sure that is what you meant.” “Of course.” “I want something; I am not sure what though.” “Wine, you have a long night, better start ...low.” “Yes, you’re right, but I don’t want wine. My nerves are jumpy; maybe I should have bought that prom dress. That is what I feel like; a girl waiting for her date to the prom. Would you make me a martini to relax?” Laura sat on the sofa pensive and quiet. She sipped at her drink and played with the olive on toothpick swizzle. “Baby, I love you. Thank. I never shied away from a fight, and I usually ended up either in detention, or suspended. It took me two tries to get through eighth grade, because of stupid fucks picking fights with me. I won more than I lost, I’m proud to say. No matter what, though, I’d promised my Mom that I wouldn’t do or sell drugs.Why did I promise her that? Simple answer: She died of breast cancer. By the time the doctors caught it, she was already in Stage 4. Nothing they could really do for her. I made her that. Their provenance is inexplicable; their presence irrefutable. They silently scream their obscene message. 'Die, fucker!' I reverently stroke the big cat's head then, after swiftly breaking her neck and closing her grateful eyes, I carefully stow the arrow in my bag and edge carefully forwards, ever upwards, infrared now surreptitiously scanning the canopy for signs of life. An array of reptiles. A multitude of insects. Burrowing beetles; buzzing mosquitoes; processing ants carrying their. I took one of Sarita’s nipples in my mouth. I guess there is some remembranceof the technique from when we are suckled by our Ammas, and I suckedgently on it making Sarita give out a little moan.“Let me sit down,” she said, “so we can be more comfortable.”Sarita turned to sit on my lap. Her bottom came down softly, but she got asort of surprised look on her face, and said, “Oh! What have we here? Itfeels as if there is something hard in your lap under my hot little ass. Ijust wonder what that.