You show me to the living room and ask if I'd like a beer. I would absolutely love one about now lol.We sit on the couch and start watching a movie. I...'s not a big couch but it's not a love seat either. You're on the opposite end. I wonder if you're disappointed meeting me in person. I'm sure not, you're even sexier in person, and your outgoing talkativeness is perfectly countering my shyness in a way that somehow has me feeling more at ease with every little laugh.You get up to get us another. ’ I slowly stroked my hand along his cheek, trying to reassure him. ‘A dream? My God. The pain! They were hurting me. And you – you were… you were gone. And my sister… she was there. She was there! Where did she go?’ His voice, haggard with sleep and fear, cracked again. He started sobbing, a rough tearless cry welling up from his chest. He whispered out a name, once, under his breath: ‘Cathy.’ The agony I could hear in the one word left me speechless. I leaned down and kissed his temple,. She watched me like cat playing with a mouse. I thought back to her earlier words and realised it was true. She was a cat. And she had my tongue. I couldn’t say a damn thing and she knew it. I was trapped. I had no idea how much. ‘That’s okay,’ she said, walking into the room, her hips swaying in that sexy, feminine way, ‘I’ll do all the talking. You just stand there holding my panties in one hand and your spunk in the other, with your boxers around your ankles. Don’t even think of pulling them. Her mouth remained agape for a few seconds as she stared unblinking at me, and then said, “I had an affair with a married colleague. I lied to all my friends and family, and didn’t feel any remorse. I lied to his wife and didn’t feel any remorse. She invited me to her home, treated me like family, and introduced me to her kids. I am a horrible person. How can you trust me, knowing I did all that and feel no remorse?” “This is Little Italy, Viv. It’s where sinners and saints meet for great food,.