Do we have a little gambling problem?" he asked trying to contain the laughter but he was able to contain it after seeing the look of almost pure hate...she was shooting him. "Okay, none of my business. You stay here and I'll be back when I can." No," she sighed despondently. "I have to go with you. Say," she perked up, "you don't happen to have any bourbon in that bag of yours do you? I could use that as an anti-freeze. That might get me there in somewhat less than stiff-as-a-board condition,". Free with her body……”I smiled, lit my own cigarette and waved to her to continue:“Please, miss Sora, tell me everything!”“Sir, please, just call me Sora. And, yes, she called me this morning again and told me everything what happened last night….In details.”I felt stupid, but I couldn’t help myself, I was red as a lobster.She laughed a silvery laugh:“Don’t worry, Sir. She loved every moment of it. EVERY moment of it….and….to be honest, I envy her.”A beast in me kicked my head stupid, and I. She shuffled in a few minutes later, wearing one of my tee shirts (and, gotta tell you, my Petoskey tee shirt had never looked so good!). On her petite frame, it fit her like a (short) dress. I poured her a coffee, and offered creamer and sugar. She peered at me over the rim of her cup, as she settled back against the counter.After several seconds of silence, I decided that I was gonna have to start things off. “Hello, I’m not sure we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Mark. Welcome to my. The sun began to set after I had been there for hours. I made the walk back home, my joints stiff from sitting still for so long.In my bed, I stared at the ceiling. Tears came to my eyes all to easily and I just let them roll-off. I didn’t force them, but I didn’t stop them. It was a gentle slow cry. I reached for my phone and texted Sarah.Charles: HeySarah: Hey, what’s up?Charles: Nothing, just in a mood. Can I meet you somewhere?Sarah: Yeah, how about that bridge down by the stream walk. It’s.