But somehow, my little speech had struck an unexpected cord and shaken her. It took Amy a second to pull her thoughts together."You're a weird guy, Ia...."I shrugged, knowing it was Amy's version of a compliment. She thought hard about something for a second, then it was her turn to look me dead in the eyes as she added, "I'm gonna fuck you, someday. I don't know when, exactly, and neither will you. But I promise you, one of these days I am gonna blow your fucking mind."For a moment, I felt small. Waking up the next morning I get all excited like a kid knowing Marc will be home tomorrow. I get up and dress for work. My day at work drags on and is so busy with last minute things to do before the Christmas break. I will have five days off so I have a lot to get done. At lunch I’m asked to go out after work with the girls and I go. I have a great time but have a bit too much to drink. I stumble up and into bed sleeping off my buzzed state not even bothering to undress. I wake up the next. Most of his kind are afraid of me anyway. I broke his friend Tommy’s nose when he tried to give me shit about taking art classes. He was so ashamed he didn’t even tell anyone how he broke it. By the way, you’re paintings are beautiful. I’ve always wanted to tell you that and have never gotten a chance before.” His eyes lit up, there is no other word for it, and we discussed art and music for so long we wandered onto a side path and ended up at the top of a hill where we had a great view of our. As she cleaned up the mess left by her husband she said I guess we’re having dinner at the club tonight. I don’t suppose you have a suit? No, I replied. That’s ok she said. Maybe you can fit in one of your uncles old ones. You want breakfast?Sure I said. As she made the breakfast she complained about the club and how everyone there was fake and she didn’t like going. But if she didn’t go Jim would bitch about it, so it was just easier to suck it up. After breakfast I helped clean up. .