I get up to welcome her with an elegant hand-kiss and offer her the chair with best view from the four at our table. "Enjoy the sunshine as long as it...lasts, love. Another hour before it sets. Is white wine a good guess for first round?"I act as nonchalant cool as Amber. I assume my eyes shine as strong as hers. They signal the underneath electrifying tension we'd built up in our chats over last two weeks. Something sexy seems prone to happen, although none of us has yet any idea what, nor at. "The Manager was already half way down the row to check Jack's identification when the woman in front of him turned around and asked..."Is there a problem?" Sorry for the disruption, Ma'am." The Theater Manager said apologetically. "We've been having a problem with kids cutting school and hanging out here, especially when we're running action movies like these. The School Board has asked us to do spot checks on unescorted teens to cut down on truancy. It'll just take a minute and you'll be able. The small TV in the corner that you can leave on to cover up any loud moans you make. The shower that washes away the scent of sex from your body. The lift in which you can grab, kiss and cop a feel for the last time.And in the December of 2010, I was sitting in a hotel room in Goa thinking about these things while being impossibly alone and single. My girlfriend of two years had dumped me because she was going abroad to study and I wasn’t, and had left me broken hearted. My family had a laugh. “What?” Arthur was having a hard time concentrating again.Bobby realized the man was way too drunk to do what he’d come there to do. So, he pushed the man into the river.Arthur flailed his arms, and went down on a rock, which bruised his hip. He floundered in the water, sitting up.“Wha’d you do that for?” he whined.He labored to get up, and, as soon as he was standing, Bobby pushed him again, into deeper water.It took fifteen minutes, but eventually, Arthur sobered up enough to start fighting.