But waiting like this was the worst torture he could imagine. Most probably, that douchebag Alex had imposed Aron not to call, or else ... something.H... didn’t have the mind of a diva, to imagine what ‘else’ could mean in Alex’s vocabulary. Was the guy still keeping it up with that lie? Aron should have just ignored the bastard. And let the police come and investigate him or whatever.Aron would never do that to you and you know it.I just wish, this time, he would not care so much. I wish he was. I liked the bar, it was pretty low-key and there was plenty of girls came in, giving me ample opportunity for one-nighters. New York girls aren't shy.Anyway, this isn't about girls. This is about the time with Jay.We were there late, maybe 2am. Friday night had slipped into Saturday morning and we'd hung on, watching the Olympics live from Beijing. Just the two of us left and Joe, the barman.Joe wanted to close up and we had to leave. Jay offered me up to his apartment to finish watching and I. Princess Sasha was so excited. Summer was over. Summer is always fun as she can visit the towns and villages in the country and meet so many people that wanted to see her. It also meant she was on Royal Holidays with her royal cousins in different parts of the world. The media always made her the centre, as with her long dark blonde hair, and green eyes, she was like a Barbie princess. She had the image that millions of small girls tried to be in front of a mirror. Now was time for school again. Amy had insisted on both of those details. She said the spirit of "National Nude Day" required it. Sure, whatever. Jill knocked rapidly on the door while Mark looked around frantically. Amy lived on a fairly small street, but it was broad daylight in the middle of a Saturday. Amy, after what seemed like an eternity, opened the door. She was grinning ear to ear. "Hey, guys, what's shaking?" She said pleasantly. As if the two adults weren't bare-assed naked on her door step. "Hi, Mistress Amy,".