.. No ... absolutely not. If you won’t be disgusted seeing me that way, I promise that I won’t mind at all.“You saved me, Mark. I was dying. I k...ow I was, and you took me in like I was family. How many people take in a homeless freak who smells like a garbage dumpster? And when I couldn’t lift a finger to help, you scrubbed me until I looked like a human being...”She was starting to relive the bad times, so I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her on the lips hard enough to get her attention.. They were cruising in and out of clothes shops, beauty salons, and the food halls and looked so carefree as they flirted and teased with the boys as they giggled with each other. It didn't seem that long ago that she was doing this herself and, at only thirty-two, she could still relate to them.She wistfully remembered her own courting days. Des had been so strong, muscular, and handsome then. He had been a good college football player once but now, although his muscle hadn't all turned into. The train came in and we scrambled aboard with hundreds of others. There were no seats and we stood in the middle of the car. In the push of the crowd, I was separated from Trevor – he was only about a yard away, but there were two men between us. More and more people crowded into the car till I was squashed in the mass of bodies. My personal space was invaded from all directions. Well, we’re all in the same boat, I thought, resignedly. Fortunately, I am not claustrophobic.Both Trevor and I are. “I know what you mean” she says.“If you ever want to hang out again here’s my number and if you don’t that’s ok too” as I hand her a slip of paper with my name and number on it.“Thank you. I will definitely call you. You’re so sweet and kind. Hell not once did you even hit on me. It felt nice” as she takes the slip of paper.I walk her back to her car. “This is my stop.” She then leans in and gives me a quick peck on the lips. Her lips were soft and sweet. I could taste the remnants of her.