All this time I am thinking, she is doing the eye dance with me. I know I am going to fuck her. I just needed to figure out how to do it. Then it hap...ened. She got up and started walking toward me, still doing the eye dance. She had her arms crossed, which accented her big breasts. She dropped her head just as she passed me and I realized she was headed for the restroom. I took that as a signal. A silent signal. I was sure I was reading it right. I did not want to be telling the story later. None of us said a word as wewatched the bad film with a supposed vested interest. She wasn't goingto apologize first, I reminded myself."Look..." I started off, "I'm sorry. I said some things that weren'ttrue back there." Don't worry about it," she said without breaking gaze from the TV.It wasn't a forgiving 'Don't worry about it', it was more a 'let'signore this problem together' deal. "No, you're my best friend, Dot. See?"I opened her stupid locket that I was still wearing, "There a picture. Guys in the business were always hard-up for cash and they didn't pass up the chance to fuck very often. Adam repeated his question."Why in the hell does that matter?" Brent demanded. "She has a valid card." Valid means something different for you and for me," Adam explained. "Harmony Wakefield's name appears on a list of actresses who also work as known escorts. If her card is more than 24 hours old, I won't work with her." Dude, 70 percent of the business works as escorts!" Brent railed."Then. Their bedroom was no longer theirs; Laura had left, moved out. Almost moved out, Dan thought to himself. He could tell she stopped by one day to take more of her clothes, but some were still in her closet, her dresser. Dan called no one; he ate something, changed clothes, and he watched television with a drink at his side until bedtime. Even ESPN and vodka tonic failed him as elixir. Artsy called Friday afternoon to remind him of an opening Saturday night. They talked for a while; Artsy heard a.