I had picked up a hot thing half my age and gone back to my apartment where I fucked the shit out of her until we both were lying panting like dogs on...the bed.The next day John had called me to say his partying days were over and he would settle down. I didn’t believe a word of it, but a year later they were married, and Jenny was pregnant with Richard, their one, and only son.I had gone back to the states after my contract finished while John had made a home for himself and his family in. She'd already changed, so she was wearing her street clothes -- nothing special, just a pullover hoodie and jeans. The front pocket of her sweatshirt tightened in her balled fists. "Shit," she muttered, breaking the silence of the breakroom with an exaggerated groan.It was beautiful outside, a glorious summer day. The City, this sprawling, haphazardly-designed metropolis, basked in the sun's rays; pedestrians felt the cool breeze whisk along the backs of exposed knees, necks, and arms; families. Friday when I come in from work I note that bags and boxes are ready for tomorrow's boat day.Carlita comes to me first, Brin right behind her. "We're ready for the boat. I looked at the weather. I have a plan." I want to hear it," I said. Kissed her, then Brindy."We want to go out in the gulf," Brindy said. "Lita tells me that you went out and tied up to a platform and spent the night out there. Can we do that?" You thought about food?"Lita smiled. "Of course. We will need to get ice on the way. When he had cooled down some, the boy realized he might as well take advantage of the situation. After all, this was the girl he'd seen around a lot lately. And the size of her breasts made her look older than she was. He told her not to be so smart about what she'd caught him doing."Don't act dumb, Maisie," he said. "You can't deny girls do it, can you?" I'll bet you even do it yourself sometimes, don't you? You can't fool me," he continued.He was becoming more sure of himself because of her.