"Clark said, "There is a first time for everything."I asked, "What if we get caught?"Clark answered, "Don't worry about it. It will be exciting for yo...."I was nervous and scared about getting caught but I got up and followed him in the bathroom. There were a few guys in there but that didn't stop Clark.He said, "Here's an empty stall, let's go in."I could see a few of the guys look at me as he held the door open for me. I nervously walked in and he followed closing the door behind us. I then. It is this last comment that causes Fuller to stop breathing. It isn't the words. The words are innocent. Spoken out loud on a street corner where vulgar sexual profanities are frequently shouted. No, it isn't the words. It is the implication.For Fuller, the implication briefly suspends time while his imagination runs wild with the possibilities.He is repulsed by her offer, but attracted to the options.If he can spit on her, what other bodily fluid exchanges will she consider?"Well mister, make. It had been about a year and a half ago. Back when I was still a cop.My partner and I had been in one of the yuppie neighborhoods on the Upper East Side. We got there to discover that there was an argument going on over a fucking parking spot. We told the two guys to act like adults and drove off. Who needed to park at one a.m. anyway? Don't these people have jobs to wake up for?When we got back in our car we heard a call for a domestic violence case that was only a couple of blocks away from. This type of banter continued till lunch time. When Dylan suggested a board game since the others still weren’t back.“How about snakes and ladders?” Freya suggested.“No, what about a card game?” My ears perked up the second he mentioned cards and I glared at him. Screaming in my mind ‘NO ARE YOU STUPID!’.“What sort?”“Iunno. Poker? Go Fish?”“How about go fish, I know how to play that?” I said, trying to turn the conversation around.“I’ve seen you play poker before. You always lose,” winking at.