"I'll be up in a minute, do you want a drink?" "Anything will do me." I say smiling at him. I walk up the stairs and as I'm doing so, I can't help but...admire the paintings that I can see at the second floor, and as I'm doing so I trip. I put my hands out, catch onto a step, and pull myself up with a blushing face of embarrassment, even though no-one saw me. I head into his room, and he joins me quickly, he places his drink beside him, and hands me mine, I place it down and quickly put in the. We must be away by then.” “Where are we going?” I asked as Sylvia threw clothes at me from the wardrobe. “To the gunworks of course,” she replied, stopping in her tracks as she noticed the cut on my neck. Her pupils dilated and her mouth opened. Before I could stop her, she had her lips latched around the cut but then she leapt away from me. “Cover the wound!” she snapped, her arm across her eyes. I dressed it with gauze before dressing and only then would she look at me again. She did not. And then he said: That is a cute outfit you have on. How come I have never seen you around here before? I don’t know, I replied, I am at this shopping center at least twice a week. Then he said: I noticed that when you turned the corner that your license plate was missing a screw. You mean I have a screw loose, I said jokingly. No really… come see for yourself, as he backed away from the door. I swung the door open and as I did I put my left leg on the pavement making sure that I took my time. To my eyes, that makes her fair game.I'd noticed but not specifically targeted her - I've mellowed over the years, and not every female who crosses my path immediately attracts my influence. I used to be a lot more active, with each and every person who caught my attention walking away different, changed, but nowadays I'm more ... selective.It didn't take much though; she simply cut in line. Whether it was just plan rudeness, or if she'd seen me checking her out and thought I wouldn't object, I.