Somehow, the conversation switched over to relationships, sex and stuff along those lines. Turning to face me, Emma asked, "So it's really true that y...u have never been kissed?" "Mhm, one hundred percent true," I replied, in a small voice, without turning towards her. Emma paused for a few seconds, and then asked, "So have you ever wanted to kiss someone?" "Of course I have wanted to. But I was just scared. I just don't wanna make a fool out of myself," I said turning to face her. Neither of us. If the woman was a spy, she’d have only old news to confirm. It was too long ago. It didn’t matter anymore. “He couldn’t put down roots, but I loved him anyway.” She wrung her own rag out, thinking back on the man she was discussing. “Couldn’t resist him, really. He just made my heart do flip flops.”Agatha wondered what that feeling might be like. The only flip flops her heart had done was on her wedding night. Harry had nailed them down in her stomach. The pain had, anyway. The passion in. “You’re driving and worse comes to worse, we can always get a hotel room.” “Okay!” I said throwing my hands up in a feeble attempt at surrender. Our server, Stephen returned with Diane’s drinks and we ordered several appetizers and side dishes to complete our meal, rather than order entrees from the menu. Diane wanted a wine with her dinner so she ordered a bottle of Pinot Gris to accent her Italian Grillo. Dinner was served and we enjoyed a lighthearted conversation about our upcoming time. Maybe I’d be the only one there. Maybe there would be a girl or two, playing with some strangers. I knew it would be predominantly men though. I finished up and washed my hands. The guy at the desk smiled as I walked past and I was sure he looked at my crotch but it didn’t concern me.I opened the door and was immediately surprised by just how dark the room was. The film was playing on a big screen at the far end but I didn’t really look at it. I moved to the wall just to my left so I could wait.