He was holding an open half-quart can of beer and an unlit cigarette was dangling from his lower lip. It stayed there as he spoke, held in place by th... wetness of the beer he'd obviously just finished. "Went like clockwork, huh, Henry?" he inquired, dropping the emptied beer can into a plastic trash can lined with newspaper that was positioned by the bedroom door. "When you think she'll be ready? I wouldn't mind a piece o' her ass myself. Did you see those legs? And tits! Man, she's got a pair. She figured that this would bethe last time as Christine for a while and so picked out some thigh highfishnet stocking to wear, not the very trashy ones with the largediamonds, instead some classier ones with smaller diamonds. The two ofthem did their nails and Jess helped Christine with her hair. They didtheir makeup, chose some sexy 5 inch stilettos for each other and thenput on the finishing touches before heading out to meet their dates. Mike had come prepared this time. He was going. Not like you,love," he looked directly at me, "I could tell you was a nice girl."***"I'm not going to have sex with you."How did I know Louise was going to say that?After receiving apologies from the management about the disturbance, andvouchers for free drinks the next time we visited, we walked brisklyback towards my flat. Neither of us spoke as we walked. It might havebeen the proximity to violence that kept us quiet, but in my caseanyway, it was more that I was getting to terms with the. His arms pulled me into his chest and we stood there together. Holding each other. A brief moment where I traveled back in time and felt like a teenager again with my first crush.He let go and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, “Bye Sarah.”His lips felt electric and my body tingled. My face felt hot. I watched him walk away and before he crossed the street he turned.“I’m glad you kept my letter. I still have all of yours too,” he grinned sheepishly and went to catch up with his wife.I was.