‘You hiding here?’ she smiled as she sauntered up to me. ‘You buy me drink?’ ‘Sure, but only if it’s a real drink.’ I replied knowing t...at often the girls would drink tea-water to try to keep sober yet still charge us as if they were actually drinking something worthwhile. She gestured to the bartendress and a highball glass quickly appeared. Before she could pick it up, I did and took a quick sip, tea water. ‘I told you only if it’s a real drink. No tea water.’ I figured that it wasn’t. On the plane ride, my finger lightly rubs the semi worn puzzle piece as I reminisced about the last summer day he kissed me...our first kiss and last. It was about 2 years since I last talked to him and a old girlfriend said he lives alone had a harsh few years since high school started, which I remember one of the conversations when we did chat, his dad died, jobs were not accepting him to what he wanted to do. Then a girlfriend he was with for two months was abusive, controlling, cheating and. And she had smelled the kind of payoff that gives an inexperienced sales associate instant respect both at work and at the bank. It was random luck that I chose the restaurant where I first saw her; this is my first visit to this particular city and I'm not well-versed in its local cuisine. She was vivacious and pretty, a flaxen dynamo who talked a mile a minute as she explained the intimate details of her work to a friend. Cocking an ear toward their table, I was able to determine the name of. Then she said “Frank, we’ve known each other and been work place friends for a long time. Do you think of me as a whore, a slut or a nymphomaniac?” Before I could stop myself I said “HELL NO, but I sure would like too.”She just stared at me for a few seconds and I stared back with what I know was a stupid “OH SHIT, I FUCKED UP” look on my face. At first, she just smiled a little then busted out laughing, through her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. “Frank, you’re the greatest, this.