I figured this is what would happen at Mikeís. But I didnít mind it was as good a way to kill a couple hours as any other. He offered me...a beer and we sat and talked for a while. Then he said he had an idea. I thought okay here it comes, but I was wrong. He suggested we play a game of Sex Words. It is a dice game but instead regular dice it uses dice with words on them. X-rated words like cock, ass, cunt etc. The object was to make sentences. I said I was game. So we sat at the. I needed a shower before work, after all the running of course.It was only about 6:30 in the a.m. when I got out of the shower. I didn't have to start my twenty-minute commute to work for another hour, to be there at 8 a.m. In the shower I noticed I really needed to shave, so I thought Ok, I've enough time for a shave.I grabbed a pillow and sat on the floor with my hair clippers, I've found that they pull less than most other feminine shavers, and I don't like razors, not there. Now I mostly. ”“Oh, wow! That’s harsh. I guess I can see why having sex isn’t on the top of your list of things to do right now.”“Exactly,” I said.We had our lunch and when we finished, Chris gave me a kiss on the cheek, told me she hoped everything worked out, and I headed back to Chicago. I got home just in time to walk to the hospital to sit in my usual spot.“You heard?” Alicia said when she came out.“I did,” I sighed. “Have you talked to her?”“I don’t even try any more. Nobody does. Everyone pretty much. My height and weight, she pointed a dagger at my throat. “You have my money.”I raised an eyebrow, examined her more closely: high cheekbones, straight nose, and below, a pair of the largest and firmest breasts I had ever seen. But all encased in scale mail and leather. “Yes, perhaps you are correct,” and reached for the pouch at my waist. At the same time I pivoted away from the blade, my left arm-guard against the flat of her weapon. My right leg behind her knees, a firm press of my forearm.