" Hello, beautiful." I kissed her cheek."Hi Mickey," said Angie and stroked her arm."I'm watching Tom and Jerry," she said and beamed at us, "It's eve... so good."Then something seemed to dawn in her eyes, and just for a moment, she looked lucid."When's mum and dad's funeral Dave?"The question stunned me, and for a moment I was at a loss, but Angie (again) was on the ball."We're not sure yet Michelle, but it's soon, we'll let you know." Let me know what?"She looked genuinely puzzled but then an. You make your way to the main entrance and the doorman nods at you, clearly recognizing your face. You’re no stranger in fact, a frequent guest. Many of the girls even know you by name. You certainly know some of them by more than their names. Your stomach rumbles as you enter the foyer, flashing your VIP membership card at the door, bypassing the need to pay the cover charge. You are directed toward the VIP staircase, a gesture unneeded, since you are very well aware of where you need to. We told them our costumes were ready for Saturday and we were asked what they were.“I’m not allowed to know until they come to pick me up,” I said with a laugh. “Mine looks awesome, so I can only imagine theirs are going to blow my mind.”Emma smiled and promised me that I wouldn’t be disappointed. We had a pleasant dinner and then Emma took me home and we traded shirts again. I swore she was wearing pink on purpose.“Princess?” I asked, reading the shirt. “Really? If I had friends, I’d get hit. Without a car, the hour drive might as well have been ten. I thought about her, especially since Jason would not let it rest. But I let my own insecurities talk me into believing that it had been nothing more than an extended one night stand. I mean, she was really out of my league. I’m all right looking, but Kris is gorgeous. Once she got back to Waterloo, the guys would be all over her and I would become a footnote. So the first letter was a surprise. I practically ran back to my room to read.