I called Faye the day after we’d been freezing our tits off outside the pub having a smoke. She sounded a bit strange, like she was caught on the ho... or something. I asked her if she would like that drink and happily, she said yes again and we met later at Platform Nine. I got there a bit early and bought a bottle of white wine, got two glasses and selected a table away from the chill of the doorway and poured myself a drink. She arrived a few minutes later than we’d agreed, kissed me and sat. “ Of course, being the rebellious girl she was back then, Michelle had promptly gone out and lost her virginity to a “bad boy” from New Jersey.Over time she had come to appreciate the mannerly approach of Southern men. Todd was the epitome of everything her daddy warned her about, and he in some small way reminded her of the loser she had first let inside of her heavenly vagina way back in High School. She found herself sometimes reminded of that former lover and those first awkward fumblings. We all agreed on that?” Everyone in the room nodded yes, so my husband continued. “Becker, when Paula messes up and you’re mad, does it do any good? Does he change his way for more than a few weeks?”Becker glanced over at his partner. “Usually she’s good for a week, maybe more, but then the entire situation happens again and again. To me, I feel Paula doesn’t want to learn how to behave so we get along. She’s always pushing my buttons.”Paula broke in to the conversation. “I feel Becker gets. I chat with him. Never going into deep conversations like the ones we have, but also not telling him to stop completely. He can pause there and chat with me as you walk out the door and spy on us. Shooting him evil glances, wishing it was you who could openly talk to me next to my car.Jealousy can be seen every time I see some cute little couple walking hand in hand through a parking lot, their fingers laced together before all of humanity, not a thought of who will see them or what other.