I signed them and put them in an envelope with too many stamps. Not an absurd number. Maybe four. I stuffed the envelope in one of those big blue mail...oxes so it the post office wouldn't lose it.Three years ago, I noticed a teenager in a coffee shop. I went in that shop almost every day on the way home. The shop never seemed busy. It must have been early fall or mid spring. The sunlight had started to fade.I don't think anyone would have noticed her at all if the store had been busy. Maybe not. Before I even replied, my phone screen lit up with his number and I answered on the third vibration saying, 'Hello there mister.' The deep slightly English accented voice sounded too open and friendly as if he had done this before. Martin sounded very confident and said was alone for the night as his girlfriend was out with some friends. He was lying naked in bed and was up for some fun. His lazy deep voice alerted me to the fact that he might be playing with himself and as if he read my mind. He and his wife Sheila have two brats, a son named Jeffrey who’s a freshman at Boston University and a daughter, Elisabeth, who’s a junior at Wellesley College. Yeah, things were okay for James, until his wife Sheila became a frigid bitch whose sole goal in life was to ruin his existence. She was Jewish, and this caused a lot of disagreements between the couple. When their son Jeffrey Summers was born, his mother Sheila wanted to circumcise him in the Jewish tradition. James, who was himself. I took the bottle and asked her to sit on the love seat while I took care of it. I pulled the cork and poured her a glass and came over and sat down beside her."To the end of a long day." I said as I picked up my glass and offered to clink with her.She paused and then got my intention and clinked and then downed half the glass."Nervous? Please relax. Nothing happens you don't want to." I said."I dared myself to do this and now I do have second thoughts. I smell like the restaurant, I feel.