"It didn't take long to get past the small talk, exchange smiles and maybe an "accidental" touch or two."I'm Dana. And you're... ?" Biff. My place or ...ours?"A piece of meat, that's all his pickup was. Sure, Biff might accept a blow job if offered. But, that was the absolute limit, he insisted. Hey, it wasn't as if he actually... Once, though, in a late-night drunken confession, he had let on that what he was really after was getting up the the back passage. "Tighter'n a pussy, and not as. He and his nephew (turned out to be Mustafa) had some meetings and wanted to ask if I could drive his car to the Iranian carpet shop to exchange two of the carpets they had purchased as the colors didn’t really match their decor. He suggested that he would give me thirty dollars for my trouble. I told him he didn’t have to pay for a favor, but he insisted. I dressed quickly and went over to his house. He and Mustafa were busy folding the two large carpets, but they stopped and I was. Monks Street was a couple of blocks east and several blocks south of the shop. It didn’t take long to arrive near our destination.“Which house?” Paddy demanded, as we reached Monks Street.“That one,” the prisoner said pointing to a house part of the way down the street.“Lead on,” I told him. Having kept a tight grip on him all of the way from the shop, I didn’t release it now. The house was your typical Southie row house; three stories and narrow. There wasn’t any front yard, just a sidewalk in. Figure things out and start making up for lost time with that boy, don’t let him get away.’ Adele and Aidan hadn’t talked much over the last two weeks. There just wasn’t much to say yet. Aidan’s graduation party was the first time they had actually been near each other since that night. Tension between the two was evident. They just weren’t the same. Everyone noticed the lingering glances between the two and the blushed cheeks that both were guilty of emitting every time they got close to each.