“Who was she?” I hear Denny’s calm voice.“My niece and it was her own birthday party.” Tony says.I hold my breath and turn my head slowly. ... see Denny and the guys leaving and watch the door close behind them. Dad and Mom are just sitting and staring. They look like they are in a coma.“You fucking raped your own niece at her own birthday party?” I hear a voice from the screen.“Fuckin’ A. Dude, you are a legend.” I hear Tiny’s voice and hear a slapping noise, another high five.“Please turn. There were two matters of argument between us, neither of them I thoughtreally serious. I am (or was) very untidy, and tended to drop my clotheswhere I took them off. I also tended to leave tools and papers lyingabout, to Jennie's mild annoyance.The other was my hair. At boarding school we had to have our hair cutshort, and when I got to Uni I rebelled and grew it long. I mistakenlythought that women were attracted by men with long manes. I had it tidiedup (at Jennie's insistence) before my. She dried herself in her room and got out of the wet jeans that she had worn, hanging them over the bath to dry. For a fleeting moment, she thought about putting another pair on, but settled for a summer skirt. She had always liked it for the way it rose up when it twirled. The T-Shirt tucked nicely into the skirt giving her figure much more definition. Just as she placed her wet socks beside her jeans, she heard the sound of piano music lilting along the corridor. She raised her eyebrows in. Maybe... maybe, then again probably not.After work, we head off to Blockbuster. The ritual argument about what two people do not and do want to see ensues. We agree on each picking one movie, since it is Friday night and neither of us has shifts until Sunday night. Maybe, but probably not. We both pick a movie, we laugh at each other's choice. She picked a 'grunt, flex, grunt' movie and I picked 'Pretty Woman.'Julia Roberts slays.We proceed to have an argument about what type of take-out. What.