There will be some more stories tofollow, so stay tuned.IT...Guy?By Hazel MDerek pulled up to the parking lot outside his office on Monday morning.His...heart was beating rapidly. Christmas eve had been a major turn on. Ithad taken him a while to wake up from his pleasure coma. When he had cometo, he had cleaned up in a hurry and left after changing back into hisself. This morning though, his heart was beating for another reason. Hegot out of his car and walked up to the building. He walked to. It lounged there, smugly indifferent to the gaze of the man watching it, waiting for it to ring.It was a cheap Jitterbug, bought for a one-time usage. Once it rang, it would be confined to the trash, never to be seen again.The man shifted restlessly in the old rickety chair. A fat roach (there seemed to be no other kind in this dirty apartment) skittered across the dark linoleum underneath the table. Its claws made a disgusting clittering sound.Still no ring.The flier had gone blowing across. I would write looking for m2m and my pager number and leave it tucked away in the restroom stalls and shower stalls. I figured it was a long shot but in less than a week I had a response. My pager buzzed and I recognized the number as that of the motel next door followed by the number 212. I assumed this was the callers room number and after an hour or so of hesitation I called it.The man on the other end of the phone asked me if I was still interested and I told him I was. We agreed I would. He was quiet for a moment, and Riley debated continuing her meal. “Oh, yeah, go ahead. Sorry.” He motioned her on. He sat silent again, as if trying to choose the right words, and finally adjusted himself back onto the bed. “So do you have a boyfriend or something? I guess he misses you.” What’s this? He’s trying to find out if I’m single? He’s so awkward…..But it’s kind of cute! Riley thought to herself, and a slight smile escaped her previously rigid mouth. “No, I don’t. I’ve been on my own.