” “Well, you’re single? Like fully single?” “Yes Emma. Well at the minute anyway.” Gav was surprised by the line of questions, but delight...d all the same.“Good. Well… the thing is. You know my best friend is over?” “Yes, you said. What’s her name?” “Isabel. Izzy if you want to wind her up.” “Ha right!” Emma kept shuffling in her seat and crossing and re-crossing her feet under the desk. “Yes, she’s very shy.” “Oh…?” “Sorry, that’s a bit random. I mean she’s intelligent and everything and she. I want you so muchthat it makes me weak, he said. He pushed the kimono up and reachedbehind my bottom to tear open the pantyhose. His hands reached up topress against my rosebud. I raised up on my elbows and kissed him hard onthe lips. As I settled back, he pushed my legs up over my head. I was nowlying with my ankles next to my ears, breathing shallowly. Doug held andkissed my ankles and then my forehead. I could feel my ankles taut in thepantyhose, my feet held by the sandals, my earrings. This secret identity will be something I take to my grave before I tell him I’m that schizo.So, of course, he wanted to know what I’ve been working on. Not in a prying way but the kind of “I’ll share something and you share something,” way of getting to know each other better. I told him I was recovering files from a computer that the owner forgot the password to.“You can do that?” he asked.“Yeah. It’s not usually that big a problem if I have access to the computer. Most people don’t actually. All those questions posed at once left me weary and overwhelmed. I didn’t respond, or even react much.“Your kind of a dead guy yourself, huh?”I didn’t expect that. “Whaddaya mean?”“You don’t say much. You don’t do much. You don’t even seem to listen.”“I listen.” I did listen.“Prove it. What did I say?”“Your boyfriend’s name is Dolph. Someone got shot in the apartment next to you. You and Dolph went inside and found a dead guy.”“Mostly. Actually what I was thinking was that we were all dead.