Since then you haven’t touched me, except for that stupid joke of shaking my hand when yours were wet from the bathroom after dinner with Mr. Bowen....What I’m asking is, would it kill you to give an old slut a hug?”I stood and held out my arms. She ran to me and clutched me in her embrace. She’d never held me so tight. I heard and felt her as she sobbed and sniffled into me chest. While she held me, she adjusted and reaffirmed her grip several times. I could have pushed her away after a. When I got in, the place was pretty empty, which was fine by me. No crowds meant I didn't have to fight with people to get a hockey game on. I sat down, decided it was a light night and ordered a Shiner, and had the bartender switch the nearest screen to the Rangers game. It seemed like the perfect evening until a new guy strolled into the bar and sat down next to me. It seemed a little weird at the time - there were probably 6 other empty places with no one adjacent that he could have taken -. Where can we go?”Lucille shrugged.“Come to my place,” I said, the gallant knight protecting the virtue of two fair maidens.“Sounds good to me,” Wenny said without enthusiasm.Ten minutes later we were sitting around the little table on my balcony overlooking a different beach. It was now dark and the air was still and peaceful. We were drinking rum and Coke, aka Cuba Libre, as Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ Shadow of a Doubt rocked majestically in the background, the first of an endless. “Catherine, Cat, I love you. Nothing has or will change. I want you with me; I think I need you with me.” We started kissing and he turned on the dock and started walking toward the house.I laughed, “Mitch, put me down. You can’t carry me that far.”“Oh, yes, I can. Besides, I like holding you, one hand on your bare butt.”“Well, don’t, we need the mugs? Besides, you’ll get me all horny, again.”“I fail to see the downside here.” I was blushing, again, and we were both chuckling, but he did put me.