Love you!””Love you too…” There was the sound of a quick kiss, and then a door closing. After a few seconds there was a click as if he had loc...ed the door, then footsteps across the carpet. Smitha sat down at her desk and watched me as the tape continued. There was a small click, and the man whispered, “It’s OK, honey, she’s gone!”By now Smitha was standing behind me. “Bitch was in the closet the whole time I was there!” she said, almost laughing. The next sounds on the tape were easy to figure. Don watched with a grin as the Cadillac pulled up to the bus. He saw Marge get out; hesitating before she took the few steps and started knocking on the door.He could almost imagine how torn her mind was when the young man with freckles answered the door, shirtless, "Howdy, Ma'am, can I help ya'?"She stood far a few seconds before she was able to force out her words, "Uh, is Don here? Don Parker?" Don? Naw, I reckon he's over yonder in his Class C. That's the other camper down there," he. I went to work each day but found it hard to concentrate, images of Nick kept filling my mind. On Friday evening when I arrived home I was delighted to find an email waiting: - My Dear Paul, I hope you are still willing to meet again tomorrow? I am very much looking forward to seeing you again. Love, Nick.On my way home on the same evening that Barbara had cut my hair, I'd stopped at a little charity shop near my apartment and purchased a new blouse. The woman who ran it was a. .. are they ... naked? And ... no, you would order from Maggie, our shift manager,” Gina directed me to a tall, buxom lady with strawberry-blonde hair.Maggie looked to be early to mid thirties, but she could easily have been forty-something, just with a great dye job. She clearly smoked, but it hadn’t aged her as much one might expect. Well, I thought, lots of tobacco farms around ... the habit came with mother’s milk ... almost. That would have to change, sooner rather than later.I brought out.