I saw her bikini top was about to reveal more than she would like, so I went over and held it in place with my hands as she got her shirt off.“Let m... know in advance that you’re making a move, Ray. I could be ready for you then,” she giggled.“Your bikini top was about to reveal ... you’re really incredible ... absolutely fascinating ... beautifully shaped ... breasts!” I declared.She blushed nearly as much as I did. “Get in the car, Ray!”I did as she pulled out of the parking lot, and we headed. ” She spoke aloud, unconcerned at the thought of talking to herself. Like her momma always said, it isn’t talking to yourself that’s the problem, it’s answering that will get you in trouble. “Maybe Momma was right, maybe I have gone round the bend. But what the hell else am I going to do with a bachelor’s degree in English? Fat lot of good graduating with a 3.7 GPA did me. I should have taken the job teaching at the high school instead of trying to make my fortune in Vegas. What was I thinking?. You really have to give him credit for how he had tried to be there for Denise during all those years. He was kind, compassionate and totally empathetic. I believe that he just doesn't want to go through that trauma again - in fact, I believe those were his words, but I also strongly suspect that the news of Dee's "engagement" triggered his flight. Whether he knows it or not, he can't get over her and he's running. Damn, if only he had learned the truth, I'm certain that he'd still be. He coughed up another ton or so which brought it just over two grand which was fair.“You really would fuck anything you fucking worm,” Sandra said.“Fucking pot calling the fucking kettle,” I said, “At least I get a grand not a half of lager and a few chips.”“Too shay,” she said, “Anyway its rubbers for you now, you don’t know where that’s been.”“Fucking morning after pill, is the late night chemist still open?” I asked.“I crumbled two in her vodka and orange,” Sandra said, “Someone has to look.