" I want to see it." Why?" We were going around in circles."Because I do." That's not a reason," I challenged."Because I need to, OK?" he spat. "I n...ed it. All my life I'vewondered about the seamier side of life. Wondering about it.Fantasizing about it. Ever since I was in junior high school I'vewanted the wilder girls. Thought about being with them. Having one ofmy own. And I never did. I was the bookworm with school or working allthe time to build my companies. And then it was. A pair of converse, and that's it. Her long brown hair fell on her shoulders like a river with thousands reflections.She was not talking to anybody, she seemed bored. I talked to her. "You know somebody here ?". Her answer was strange. "No, but everybody knows me". She told me that she was a well-known model in Turkey and she was fed up with people recognizing her in the street. The exhibition was a melting pot of different styles... Not very interesting. She walked in front of me. I noticed. Hannah stood in the doorway looking approvingly at her mom. When Gloria turned, she smiled embarrassed. There had been little doubt why she had wanted Hannah to take the afternoon off to meet with her. Getting the bed ready while stripped down to her lace bra and panties with two glasses of wine waiting left absolutely no doubt about her intentions. Hannah continued to smile but looked her mom up and down as Gloria slowly walked to her with both glasses of wine. They both took a sip, then. Charles turned on some of the lights. “Can I see the men’s locker room? I’ve always wondered what it’s looked like.” Charles led her into the locker room and turned on the lights. “No, turn them back off,” Carmen said. Feeling bold, she inched up next to Charles and hugged his mid-section. “You know why I’ve actually been coming to your games, right?” “I had a feeling,” said Charles. And just as she had imagined, Charles bent over to kiss Carmen. She kissed him back, roughly, and they descended.