I could see tears streaming down her face. I suppose it's a good thing that women's makeup is all waterproof nowadays because it would have left big u...ly streaks on her pretty face. It didn't do that but it did look sad."I am so sorry, Danny," she repeated. "Please don't hurt her." Why?" I whispered hoarsely. "Why?"She didn't answer but instead grabbed my hand and pulled me through the back of the crowd and out of the room. I was numb and followed like a toy on a pull-string. Once in the. "I didn't. It was VERY dark, outside that after-hours club on East Fourteenth," Crystal lied. "There were a bunch of people in that alley doing stuff they shouldn't have been and I wandered in because I was nosy. Keith had picked up a girl in the club and just discovered that she only wanted him to get her some coke and he was pissed and he thought I was there for the same thing..." I was stinking drunk and pissed off at women in general and I ran into her at random in the dark and shoved her. "As a matter of fact, when I was cleaning today I found a shirt that I think might be his," she lied, a droll grin creasing the corners of her mouth."Oh, I was quite sure he was wearing his tank top when we left. In fact, I know he was 'cause I just washed it. It must belong to someone else." Well, it's certainly not my husbands. It's much too small. Anyway, it's a nice shirt and I can't imagine who else might claim it. Could you have Damian come over sometime this evening and see if he'd like. Cars are piling up behind us, and nothing is moving. “Fuckkk,” I croak, annoyed, and you agree. I put the car in park. “Maybe we should have packed a picnic,” I joke. “I know.” You laugh. “I’m sooo hungry!” We talk for a while, inching along the highway at a snail’s pace, and I worry a little that it might get awkward if we run out of things to say. But when the conversation lulls, and I put the car in park yet again, you move towards me and rest your head on my shoulder like you used to do,.