If I want to divide this story up in percentages about 75% of this story applies directly to me while the remaining 25% applies to my two friends who ...ncouraged me to put these stories into paper. My bitter views about women aren’t the same as this particular character, at least not anymore. However many years ago the views that this character expresses towards women in the sense where he has very little trust about them were a reality for me. I had an Ann, I had a Barbara, I had a Christina. . ‘Never.’ I answered stoically. ‘I’m going to get a beer. Want something Brandy?’ ‘Umm. Can you get me a mojito with no mint please.’ The blonde responded. How could you have a mojito with no mint? ‘Sure thing.’ ‘So you know Mac?’ The slut asked. ‘I do.’ ‘He’s really really cute.’ ‘Uh huh. How do you know him?’ ‘He saved my life.’ Mac was a doctor. ‘Hmm.’ ‘Don’t you wanna know how?’ ‘Sure.’ ‘I was rollerblading and fell. He helped move me from the street and bandaged my wounds.’ Wow. ‘How. I'd love to get to the end of the story behind your eyes and lick the sweetness off your lips." Was this boy serious? I almost choked on my latte as I fought to keep a straight face. I peered up at him through my glasses. "Excuse me?" Good God, he had the deepest set of blue eyes I'd ever seen and a smile to melt the coldest heart. Damn babies. I could still smell his mother's breastmilk on his breath. I wanted so badly to tell him to add some to my latte. "You are a beautiful young woman. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir. But if that isn't enough for you..." "Oh, no, Lucy. Don't worry. This will be plenty. But please, don't neglect yourself in the future. I don't want you to starve trying to please me." She smiled and started to cut a bite off her food and said, "Yes, Sir." They finished their food and Sean stood up. Lucy stood after him and took the plates to the sink and started to tidy up the kitchen. While she was doing it, Sean asked her, "What was that song you were.