This is like a double dream come true for me. As long as I’ve known him, whenever we are at the urinals pissing, he’s always hidden his junk from ...y sight.I start to undress.Paul continues to protest, “You are okay with us being naked?”“Paul, you dumb shit, there is a gorgeous woman here asking us to undress. Why wouldn’t I want to get naked?”He is hemming and hawing and finally, just as I’m removing my underwear, he starts to reluctantly undress.When he is naked, Mona walks up to him, cups his. She went on to tell me she was more unhappy about the way it happened than the fact that it happened, and thanked me for breaking up that entire thought process.“One in a trillion chance this,” she waved her arms, “could happen, but yet, here I am, a thousand miles from home, and meeting a new person, a nice person, so far, and no longer heartbroken. He’s not, so why should I be.”Her phone rang. It wasn’t her father. “Shit,” she said. “May I?” I shrugged. “What? What do you mean if I’m not. Anastasia, what was her story. She was skinny and short but toned with it, glossy black hair that looked newly straightened with a hot brush flowing over her shoulders, and brown eyes that communicated both vulnerability and steel and if he was honest made part of him instantly lover her without logic, and within the hour he would go and most likely would never see her again.He scanned the one bedroom apartment which had the feel and look of a generic bed and breakfast, immaculately kept but. ‘That’s what I told them. I told them they were wrong. No one would listen to me.’ ‘That’s the nature of a cover-up, Baby,’ he said, nuzzling against her hand. ‘God, I missed you, Camille. All I could think about was getting back to you.’ She sat back on her heels, pulling her hands down to rest on his thighs. ‘I missed you too, Niko. My world stopped that day. I tried to find out what happened to you but the police had given up the case. They wrote you off as just another drunk driver, said.