After I bought her a fourth drink she was beginning to relax and I was enjoying watching the lewd way her breasts moved, under that tight red top, eve...y time she lifted her glass to nervously gulp her drink. I learnt that her name was Kelly, that she was nineteen and that she had recently been sacked from her job. I also found out that she lived alone in a converted garage off a laneway in West Melbourne. Now Kelly was telling me how hard it was to get by on her “newstart” allowance and how she. Odder still was the fact that these new sounds had their own rhythm when compared to the louder ones I'd heard earlier. I was totally engrossed in the sounds and strained my eyes in the darkness to catch a glimpse of whatever could be creating these mysterious noises. The park bench I'd been polishing with my butt for the last several hours was well shadowed and I was certain that I would see this jogger long before he saw me. The sounds continued to grow louder, the deep thunder sound now. “Get yourself washed up in the back and eat something and meet me back here. Your friends can stay in the room, I’ll see if you’re worth it.”“You won’t be disappointed, mister…” Amelia trailed off, gazing up at him, expectant.“Roy.”“That’s a good name.” Amelia turned to leave but peeked back over her shoulder with a wink. “I hope I’ll be calling it out later.”The waitress from before walked past, shooting Amelia a dirty look. She shot an exaggerated smile back; she had succeeded in her mission. As he approached the car I popped the door locks so he could get in. We introduced ourselves and I was obviously hesitant and nervous acting, so he just flat out asked if I had ever picked up men at the library before. I told him I had never pick up a man before at all, and he just smiled. He suggested we go for a ride because the parking lot wasn't safe. It seems the library is a bit of a hangout and cops sometimes look for gays on the prowl in order to hassle them.We talked while I drove.