I was so naïve that I assumed that no dates meant no interest. It never occurred to me where his real interest lay."Dad asked, "I'm curious. How long...have you two been doing this? Amy, we thought that you had fallen head over heels for that high school jerk you had been seeing." No, I junked him last Friday night. Later, I'll tell Mom why, and she can tell you. I'm too embarrassed to talk to you about it. Johnny and I have only been fucking, oops, sorry, having sex since that Friday night. I. “I know you like it when I grind on you. But you never get to appreciate the view. So perhaps I’ll dance with someone else for a change. And you can watch.” I asked if she had anyone in mind. “Not yet. Let’s see who’s out there.” Finishing our drinks, we moved to the dance floor - dark, sweaty, and smoky. A couple hundred people bumping up against each other, trying their luck; more of a singles scene than anything else. A slow track came on and we danced face to face for some time, her eyes. This may sound indelicate or crass, but has anyone tried the area hospitals? She could have had an accident, perhaps an automobile accident since her car isn’t here,” I suggested. Both of them looked at me like I was stupid.“All of those things and others have been checked,” I was told.“I can’t think of anything else,” I told them before they departed to talk to others on this floor, many of whom had heard our discussion, and I had to wonder who she was to have had this meeting with. Nothing. So these girls too were the devil’s “crumbs” I was meant to follow.“Hmm she’s not bad, is she?” I heard as I got off, and then a squeal as from a pinch and louder laughter as I stepped onto the street. I watched the streetcar move away. The girls waved from the back window.The pink neon from a bar, Pussycats Lounge, illuminated the street sign, Brindle Ct. Several females talked and smoked outside and seemed to expect me to go in. I walked on and tried not to think too hard about what I.