I had no problem filling in when those occasions arose. That was also a disadvantage, I figured. He was an artist, that meant he was creative. Probabl... a more interesting guy than me, I figured, which kept me on my toes. This was actually a good thing the way I looked at it. How many relationships go sour because one person takes the other for granted? That was not going to be the case with me. Everyday, every minute with Becky I treated as an audition, a tryout, with my goal the eventual. It were worth it, it were, it were, it-”She was trying to convince herself, and I shut her up by kissing her very passionately on the lips. She threw her arms around me and held me and kissed back. It was a kiss from our distant past. A bit like the first one, on this bed, one December, nearly 32 years ago. We were different people then, it was a lifetime ago.She was a lot younger then, and a lot hotter to trot, but she was no more beautiful. Her beauty radiated from the inside, as it came from. Aura looked back to her friends and they all giggled. Then the blonde addressed Angique again."We," she said, stifling a giggle, "all the girls from the Salon, have collected money to buy you a present." She presented the mint green box with the pink bow on top."In this box is something we all know you need very much," she went on, placing the box on the table and rushing off as if it might contain explosives.Angique smiled, fingering the pretty bow. Then she looked up to where Aura had. Brad? Chad? She couldn't remember his name, and she really didn't give a flying fuck. He was tall, dark and beautiful, and he was just what she'd been looking for. It had been 6 months since Roger had run off with a younger woman, plus they'd barely had sex in the year before that. It had been too damn long. Gretchen was ready to get LAID! Finally the door was open and they stumbled through. Gretchen slammed the door and immediately leapt upon him, legs wrapping around his waist and her.