I got dressed and put on my shortest skirt, did my make up, told my other half i was meeting friends. I got to the club at two, and was met my an old ...uy in his 60s, I’m Bill he said, its my club. There were a few old guys in there pawing at a few younger girls in there 20s. Come in he said and i followed him into his office. To be honest your a bit to old to be on the floor he said, we really only employ birds in there 20s. I got up to leave thinking what a fucking waste of time that was. Hold. ..and bottoms.” She gave a naughty wink. “Well...err...what it is...” I stumbled. “Perhaps you should come inside and we can get more comfortable,” suggested Anita. She led me into her large front room, which contained a couple of sofas, some large arm chairs, a home theatre system and a large fireplace. The walls were white, and decorated with old fashioned prints, and the carpet was a deep red. The room was brightly lit by the sun coming in through a large picture window on the right. There. I wanted to tell her that I loved her. I screamed it insilence. I thought that, by loving her, I gave her the power to make mehappy, the power to hurt me, to make me angry, to frighten me. Welistened to Lennon and I told her I felt the same things he expressed.That shivering inside sensation, the asking for forgiveness with thespirit and the guts, the acknowledgment that I was just learning totell what?s real from what?s superficial, to tell the trees from wood.It rained out in the street, and. But what did she expect? There was no love, no affection, no consideration from two people that loved each other. She began to cry, but the tears were simply self pity. She finally got up, dressed and cleaned herself up before leaving the room.As she walked to the elevator, she looked around, fully expecting to see the young lady that she had seen the last time and she believed now, in Chicago. But, there was no woman. Just a man waiting for the elevator, staring at the floor indicator and.