Nella's eyes blazed with fury, but she held her silence until the opportunity to tackle me alone arose. She followed me into my room, screaming with r...ge."You promised!" I promised I'd speak to her. I did, and we decided to continue." You lied to me. You never had any intention of stopping." It's what we both want," I replied calmly."You just don't understand. I'm telling you this for your own good. Nothing but trouble will come from this relationship." So you say." What can I say to convince. “Hi,” I said and walked away towards the fridges. I knew what I wanted but pretended to look at my options. I glanced towards the till and saw that Esmeralda had walked out. A sigh of relief escaped my lips and I grabbed a beer and headed for the till. “Hello, how are you?” said the woman. “Fine, thank you.” After she had rung up the beer, and I had paid, she said, “You be a good boy now, and run back home. No loitering outside.” The way she said it made me feel like a dirty old man, just. Jeeze, ok - I do remember.I was there to have a beer and listen to the music at the piano bar. Dueling pianos. Way cool. They play a bit of everything. I was on my own, probably for the first time in 15 years. My relationship had finally crumbled into nothingness, and I needed an escape to take my mind off things.She talked to me first, which was odd. I sipped my beer and talked to her, nothing serious mind you. Just talk. Gave her a hard time about her shoes and her outfit. She did look. Her eyes darted up urgently. ‘Can I have another?’ Mark laughed. ‘You want to sniff another of my farts, Amanda?’ She nodded fiercely. He shook his head in amusement. ‘That’s so funny. Did you ever even know you were such a fart freak?’ Amanda hadn’t known that. Five minutes ago, she would have been disgusted by this scenario. But none of that mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except more of Mark’s farts. She shook her head. The good feeling was starting to ebb, replaced with pressing desire..