Sometimes late at night, their conversations felt so private, almost secretive. Whether it was the fact that they were both in a darkened room with no...ody else around or that they weren't wearing much or something else, to Emily it felt kind of naughty. She thought that the way they talked was more like the way she imagined talking to a boyfriend, one she didn't have of course.And Brad didn't have anybody but Em. Nancy would call now and again, but she was... not all that interesting to talk. Room 69, kind of funny, huh? That is the room, isn't it? Jerry is kind of superstitious about things like that. Isn't this where you usually meet everyThursday from 6:30 until 9:00?"She gasped and tried to pull her hand back, but he had a firm grip and wouldn't let go."Relax, Les. I'm not going to hurt you. But I want you to promise to listen without interruption. I promise it will be your turn to speak and me to listen when we're done. Will you do that for me? Good."She was hunched over,. I know, she said. Im just nervous, she explained. About what? I asked. Lexxi did not answer, but the cause for her distraught state was obvious. The wedding? She nodded. I was stunned. Lexxi and Nikki had always been the perfect couple. Though I did not believe in marriage, if two people were ever meant to be married, it was them. So as hard as it was for me, I convinced her that becoming Nikkis wife was the right move. Fortunately, she just needed a little pep talk and quickly realized she was. I was however successful it getting some answers out of her. She complained of having made that trip with her father over a dozen times over the course of her years at college in Maine. It had become a crashing bore. She had hoped that one time she could hook up with a guy to make the ride more interesting. It had been her idea to pick me up that day and despite her coyness she fully intended to have some fun with me. She apologized for being a bitch at first. She confided that she was.