I guess that I rubbed my ex the wrong way, just as I did this morning with you. I have a way with men, I suppose. A way of pissing them off and pissin... my relationships away! It’s a good thing that I don’t have time to shop, or the money might be gone, too!” Nurse Hitchens proved that she was capable of some self-deprecating humor, which was a redeeming virtue at least.“Maybe you should date women instead,” I taunted her a little, making her blush.“No fucking thanks! Sorry, didn’t mean to cuss,. With much delight I got led to the one which took us into an en-suite,yes my very own private bathroom toilet all in one, well not so privateas there is no door to it. I just stood in the entranceway taking it allin, the walls were painted a soft lavender with cherubs and other girlythings over the walls or sitting on the windowsill, even the bath hadsilky silver drapes tied back sweetly at either end. Having a window eventhough it's a light frosted glass with fancy lace curtains tied. The woman stood with the quilt still clutched to her body and, on unsteady feet, advanced towards me.“Please kiss me. It is vital that you do so immediately.”I can read and I can write, and I can do various mathematical functions, but this did not add up. I stood frozen in place as she stepped closer until she was within arm’s reach. She dropped the quilt and, reaching up, took my head in both hands and kissed me. This was not a kiss like I had ever heard of from the more experienced men at the. ’ She smiled, hoping her shock didn’t register. She stared into the open window of the car. ‘Can we go out for coffee?’ he asked. ‘Um… another day, but sure.’ She gave in just wanting to get out of the rain. He opened up his car door and took her groceries. ‘It won’t be long.’ He insisted. The coffee house was next to the grocery store and he brought over two cups of coffee to a table. ‘If my groceries were not held hostage right now…’ ‘Do you take sugar or cream?’ Lauren paused. She had.