“Somewhere to be tonight, chérie?” She turned, smiling pertly.“My friend Marie—the one I’m living with,” I closed up the cash register, �...�She got us into this ritzy gallery opening in Mile End. She knows the curator, I think.”I tried hard not to overemphasize the word knows. I roomed with Marie during our final year of undergrad at McGill, and since dropping out of my Master’s program just eight weeks in, I’d been sleeping on her sofa. In the entire time I’d known her, I think she’d spent less. "He just needed the hallways clear to get the gurney through." Will Maxine recover?" Kitty asked, gazing down the hall in the direction the gurney had gone."If they can get her in a pod fast enough, she should recover," Donna said. "Confed medical tech is very good, and from what I could see Maxine hadn't lost any limbs. My worry was the bloodloss." She's going to make it," I heard Shawna say. "But someone better come in and mop the floor in my medical office. There's blood everywhere."There. When I got back to the window, she was undressing herself as he was removing the remainder of his clothes. I focused in on her breasts as she removed her bra, which to me appeared to be a small D or large C, large brown areolas, and her nipples were hard. Looking down her athletic body, as she removed her French cut panties, she had dark, well-trimmed pubic hair.He approached her and I gasped at his size. He had to be nine inches or more, circumcised with a large head. They embraced in another. I explained the situation as I handed her two months rent and my keys. Technically, I should have put it in writing, but since I was handing over the rent, she decided to let me slide and wished me well.I rolled out of the city, headed for I-5 around 4:30 p.m. Cursing the traffic one last time, I headed north and prayed for an easy drive. I turned on the radio and started to sing along, remembering how Curt had come into my life.His family moved to Bend when I was 11. His sister, Heather, was.