Waking up the next morning, there is still a lingering odor of sex in the room; thoughts of being deep inside Rabina last night flood my mind. What a ...eeling. Hell, I have slept in. It is twenty to twelve. In the kitchen, I prepare the coffee and then shower and shave. Quickly downing the first cup of coffee, I savor the second one. The weather is still miserable, but the snow has held off, so Sam’s showings should happen. Curiosity gets the better of me. After dressing I head across the. Damn his eyes!"Don't you want to know what my surprise is?" I asked, frustrated."Oh, sure," Joe said, "but if I ask, you'll just say you won't tell me. I just figured I'd outlast you, and sooner or later you'd have to tell me." You are so exasperating!" I said. "Maybe I just won't tell you, then." Okay," Joe said, giving away absolutely nothing.I had almost made up my mind not to give him his surprise, not tonight anyway. But after coffee, we wound up making out on the living room sofa. Before. "What with all the drugs you've surrounded yourself with, why not inject?" The fear of AIDS and ... well ... death. I stopped doing heroin three years ago and shooting up my preferred drug freaked me out. The last time I thought my heart stopped." But you still smoke it." It's not like crack. I mean I mostly snort it, but occasionally I smoke it when I'm feeling crazy." Like last night."Linda nodded, her face tightened holding back hysterics. "Maybe..." she murmured quietly, " ... maybe I wish. "Oh, God yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!"Something crawled across the ceiling. I could see it clearly, because I had my glasses on. It had long, spindly legs that whirled around a tiny body and cast long shadows in the light from the study lamp on Brian's desk. I usually freak out around bugs, but this time I managed to keep it together. I didn't want Brian to get distracted. He'd only want to start over, and I wanted to get home."I can't believe how fucking hard you are. I'm come ... I'm come ... I'm.