As she turned her head slightly, and with her full sensuous lips slightly parted, she caught my eye.I lifted my cup saluting her; not as a come-on but...- as a celebration of the beauty that was she. Her smile brightened briefly in a coquettish return, a flirtatious gaze lingering for a titillating moment in the corner of her eye. It surged like a drug-induced rush, though every inch of my being. Then, cocking her head slightly and raising her chin, she continued her forward progress; never. There was something different and wrong about these two bodies. The general level of excitement began to grow.The general noise finally woke Chuck Wagon. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he climbed out his bed and wandered over. He froze when he saw the bodies. He looked around the crowd and asked, “Where’s Texas Jack?”The homeless gathered in the area looked around for Texas Jack. It was odd that he wasn’t there. Texas Jack almost never left the Homeless Hotel without putting Chuck Wagon in. Dante turned too, and there was definitely someone moving through the crowd towards him. There were definitely people in the shrubbery. Dante froze, but remembering his training, palmed a knife, never taking his eyes off the figure. The man wore a long black coat that was flapping gently as a gentle wind plucked at it, his wavy, shoulder-length hair was casually messed and his piercing blue eyes were locked onto Dante, a smile of bitter contempt twisting his lips as he easily navigated the. “Now leave. I will be over about 5.”“Sure Doc and I will have something for you to eat.” He grabbed his crotch obscenely as he left.She flopped into her chair exhausted.“Gross!” She thought. “I am such slut.”It was five o’clock when I finished a bath. Putting a dab of perfume ‘down below’. I paused at front door to say goodbye.“I might be later than I planned since there is a reception after. Love you.” And I was out the door.Parking in Brad’s driveway I was once again thankful for the perfect.