’ ‘Try the Carousel, the twins… you got any idea now?’ ‘Oh that, hell man I didn’t know you cared, dammit that was the first and only time...you’ve been to a strip club.’ ‘I went back last night, Star told me the girls were gonna get hired until you called up and fucked up their deal,’ I said. ‘Well damn, they fucked with me outside the…’ ‘Stop right there Mike, did you forget, I was there. You were the one fucking with them, you were the one out of line, soliciting them as if they were common. His use of the word 'fuck' didn't faze me at all; it seemed appropriate under the circumstances."When I was 15." I smiled remembering what a disaster it had been too.My answer obviously intrigued Mark as I could see that he wanted me to expand on my answer, but I left him dangling.And so it went on in the same way for a while longer, though intimate the questions didn't ask for details or probe too deeply and the dares were more of the kissing kind than anything else. My only disappointment in. Once I was buying clothes in a mall and I saw Ayesha , even she was there shopping I smiled at her and told hi, she came close to me and told hi and we started chatting about its been a long time and all those shit. I asked offered her dinner and she told okay, so we went to the food court and ordered some food, we both were having our meal and chit chatting, it was fun and we had a great time. She told that she still misses me and all and even I replied the same. While going she gave me a hug. He let his mind recede, watching the ripples slowly in reverse. He picked up the pace and found himself in a distant memory, meeting up at Gordi’s, a small dive bar he used to frequent before the music turned new age and every other person you could meet had a band there. Victor used to go and listen to the cover bands on weekends, listening to renditions of The Who, The Doors, Pearl Jam, and a slew of others. He would shut his eyes and sway his head with the rhythm of the music. After a few.