Warm breath finds cool air. An ice-blue sky with the flavour of mint. All is texture. Time is a flywheel whirring in reverse, whistling softly. Today...I will take the metro, at the same time of course. The wheels will squeak and squeal in just the same way. I will breathe in the people and the scent of their lives. I will get off at Gran Via. The train will slip away, leaving my nose filled with tunnel air, stale and temporary. I will walk to Puerta del Sol, past painted young women offering. Needless to say things went wrong all over the place. First she had me standing behind the couch when I should have been in front of it, she kept her high heels on instead of removing them, and she reached past her safe limits. High up in the stretched out position I could see up under her mini skirt and realized that she was not wearing any panties and the fact that she did not shave her pussy. It was my first look at a real pussy and it was exactly what I had wanted to see, a natural pussy. From what she said to Destiny I realize there is a secret they share so I inquire, “Ms. Blaine what is this advice to which you allude?”Ms. Blaine waffles and obviously lies, “Sorry Mira, I’m not sure what you mean.”Destiny announces, “Mira and Ira, it was what I told you earlier. Once your technique is revealed by observation, it never varies. Jennifer knew what you were going to do before you even did it.”I incredulously demand, “Are you saying Ms. Blaine knew I would perform an immediate. She said she would have left you by then. I affected amazement. I told her she was throwing over a dead cert. for a very dodgy relationship.”She took a sip of water from her bottle before continuing.“I asked her why she was throwing away her life with you and she came out with that crap about your relationship losing its spark. I told her that always happens, but she didn’t take it on board.“So I asked her did she understand what she had to lose. She said she would always wonder what it would.