Am I still that pre-programmed to follow the friggin’ rules?I sink into the cushions as I raise my feet back up to the table… this time with a mor... deliberate motion, resulting in a solid, satisfying “thunk”. If I’m going to spend yet another Friday night home alone, I might as well get comfortable.After digging the TV remote out from under a pile of mail and newspapers on the sofa beside me, I turn on the baseball game and rip open a bag of pretzels, a.k.a. “dinner”. They’re the. " Bill simply began to cry and went upstairs to move the stuff around as Tony ordered. Sally was crying as Tony walked in. He didn't pay much attention to her. He simply got another beer and went back into the living room to watch TV. Sally followed him. Sally: "Tony? Where's Bill? I need to talk to him." Tony: "He went upstairs, slut. He was grumbling and swearing about you. He said the grossest things. I don't give a shit about it and didn't listen much." Sally:. But next morning I got a call from her telling some silly reasons ( why did u sg me. That’s y fathers mobile & and he saw that msg etc.) finally I convinced her & we had our intro. she said that she call me some other time & requested e not to cal her. I never spoke to a gal in this way before & I m really excited with d thought of talking to girl.I am eagerly waiting for her cal & to my utter surprise I got a call that afternoon itself. she told me a lot of stuff our call continued for nearly. I did not dare speak for there was an electricity in the air, a charged scent that told me to remain silent. The usually subdued train sounds became ever louder and my heart began to beat faster; I saw that the fly of her two-part pin was, somehow, closer now to the spider, perhaps half the original distance.Moving ever slow, I watched her long-fingered, beautiful hands move to the first button of her dress. In the semi-dark, the blackness of it was featureless, I could no longer see detail and.