”“It wasn’t that great.” Sophie blushed while directing a wide smile my way. There was the slightest slur to her words, and the redness in her...cheeks deepened as I put my hand on her inner leg. “I’m glad you’re - I missed you.”“I’ve missed you too.” I said, squeezing her thigh for emphasis. “In more ways than one. Do you feel the same?”“Yeah.” Sophie giggled again, and flushed a deeper shade of red. Her eyes sparkled playfully and she looked more than eager. “I think I might be a little tipsy.. She told me one time that it wasn't the loss of her husband as much as how she could cope by working and raising the kids alone."A couple of months later she lost her mother to cancer. It all happened so fast. Her mother always watched the kids while she worked. It must have been devastating losing two loved ones so close together. I think she went off the deep end."Ellen, one of the other women that work at the salon, said Chrissy wasn't handling it well. She lived in a small apartment and her. ”We ascended the stairs to the second floor of the small club. From the looks of things, we had the entire second floor area to ourselves. She escorted me to a small dark alcove and motioned for me to take a seat, as she repositioned high backed chairs in front of us, to block the view of anyone who might happen upstairs.“Are you a party gal?” I asked, “Party” being the optimum code word to indicate the level of service I might want.She placed a lone finger over my lips.“Don’t talk,” she said,. You're not in great shape, but you run just often enough to stay fitter than the average guy. Plodding down the sidewalk, you notice a group of girls running your direction on the other side of the street. Tightening up your form, you find yourself speeding up. Eyes firmly on the bouncing scenery across the street, you're running way faster than you ought to be, but you have to look good while they are within viewing range. All is going according to plan, right up until you run into something.