Tony assured him that would be fine. He put Chris on hold for a moment, then came back on the line and asked if a female driver would be acceptable an... Chris readily agreed. The deal had been struck and the driver would be given his description to make identification easy. Chris thanked Tony for his cooperation then handed the phone back to Frank. His business finished, Chris walked out into the warm November sunshine and laughed out loud. His dream was about to come true. His luck had. He didn't say anything at all, not even a, hey. He had a real fucked up look on his face, too, like someone had shot his mother or somethin'" I don't know Daryl, maybe he's sick or somethin'." Yeah, maybe."That's what Daryl said, but Sheryl knew him well enough to know that he didn't believe her. "I knew I should have gone after him," she mumbled, after her brother hung up.She remembered thinking that something was wrong the way he left the apartment. She wanted to go after him to make sure he. Fortunately there was a box of tissues and a wastebasket handy, because I must have used most of a box.When my words finally dried up, and Rick had given me a reasonable silence in case I could think of anything to add, he spoke."Let me guess. You feel dirty. You feel like a tramp. You think this was all your fault. You feel you are now unworthy of Amy, or indeed, anyone decent. How am I doing?"Each of his points struck me like a blow. Not because he was being cruel, but because he was baring. “Wait, the game isn’t over yet.” I look at the screen just in time to see your team score another goal. Bringing the game to a tie; my breathing is shallow as your mouth roves over my neck, and up to my ear. “Are you ready to concede?” “Never,” I gasp, your fingers sliding into the waistband of my jeans. The game goes into overtime, and within the first minute your team scores the winning goal. I groan, knowing that I have lost the bet. You turn off the TV, and turn to face me. “I’m ready.