Her black long hair cascaded over her shoulders and back. She wore no makeup, but her dark skin gleamed from a thin film of sweat. Her boobs heaved as...if she had been running. “Yeah, sure,” I said, not knowing what else to do. “Can I have one?” she said nodding at the beers next to me. I was too tired to argue so I gave her one. “What are you doing here,” she said after drinking a sip. “Relaxing, I had an argument with my ex-wife.” “Mm, I am sorry to hear that.” I kept watching the dark. ‘But’, I instructed, ‘I will be sitting at the bar when you return, and I want you sit back down at the table & give the gentleman behind me now, and so across from you, an opportunity to see up your dress, be discreet and act as unaware as you can, I will then return to walk you out.’ ‘Oh gee’, I don’t know….’ she challenged. ‘You know you want to, and I know you want to, so how about this be the last time you question me, and ruin my vibe.’ And I walked off without giving her a chance to. "OK who are you? Describe yourself." Fiona floundered and snorted, dismissing the girl with her hands. "OK. Female. Teenager. English. Cumbrian. Blonde hair. Like those things 'bout you?" I guess." Yes or no?" Yes," Fiona admitted."Determined. Like that?" Fiona nodded. "Middle class. Like that?" Yeah," she eventually snorted."Greg's girlfriend. Like that?" Course." Sexually active?" Certainly." So what is there, that you don't like about yourself?"Fiona shrugged. "Not much, I guess." Then why. Good night girls.’ They put their hands on top of mine for a moment as I started to get up. ‘Good night Kyle.’ They both said. Then Olive said. ‘We will be waiting at the diner tomorrow.’ I lay there just resting, I could hear the TV faintly from the front. Each girl used the bathroom, and each looked in to the bedroom for a few seconds, I don’t know why. Much later the house was dark and quiet, I rolled over and back to sleep. Around 5am I rolled out a head of the alarm, and got ready for.