Nice chest. Flat belly. The white cotton towel had a bulge forming. I could feel the swelling between my legs. Ding! The doors opened and a guy dresse... all in black with a long chain dangling from his belt stood in the open doorway with a Latina six inches taller than him. She wore a red dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up both sides that exposed a long, long pair of legs. They were just coming home from the all night club scene. He was barely conscious and didn't notice as she brushed. She’d been wrong all along. She felt tears well up and stream down her cheeks. She reached out to touch him, to tell him she was sorry. ‘Get the fuck away from me,’ he shouted, pushing her hand back. He started crying, burying his head in his arms, rocking. ‘Just get away from me,’ he sobbed. She was going to be sick. The knots in her stomach were churning, the bile rising in her throat. She was crying now, too. ‘Please David, please.’ But he ignored her, sobbing into his legs, rocking. She. I’m motionless now and facing out into the room. You follow my gaze and discern indistinct shapes on the other side of the lattice screen dividing the two beds.You rub your eyes and, as they become accustomed to the light, you can gradually make out more recognizable outlines on the other bed. Two people. You stare, impatient for the details to make themselves apparent. A moment longer and you can make out the shapes of a man and a woman. Candlelight is reflected off their skin to tell you that. You must respect the words of your mouth,” she will always tell me when I do something wrong. Her dream is to make me a responsible man and a man of his words. Her lessons kept me and by the time I was 27 years old, I have taken over her business and was running it. She was happy with the way I was moving but when I reached thirty, she started getting worried about me getting married.“Mother I have told you that when I meet the right girl, you shall be the first one to know,” I answered her.