She was real. When I looked over at the sleeping nymph, too-thick makeup smearing her pillowcase, too-tight party dress riding up the back of her thi...hs, too-high heels cutting into her ankles, I couldn’t help but smile.At least I can get these things off. I knelt by the bed and took one ankle in my hand. As gently as I could, I unbuckled the strappy shoe and inched it with some difficulty from her foot. I traced the indentation made by the straps on her ankles, hands aching to move higher, to. All ‘I ever get, is to hear about your exploits’.Well, said Sally, ‘I did tell you about my date the other night, why don’t I fix you up with him?’‘Nah’ Doesn’t sound my type, I prefer something a bit more down to earth, a bit more dirty she laughed.Dirty? You mean going down on me in a cinema isn’t dirty?No, not like that, the public place sounds fun but I want a bloke with rough hands and stubble and a wicked grin. A bit of rough!‘Yes, Miss prim and proper I get it’.‘I’m not prim and proper’. "Maybe you should change your plans," said the detective. I nodded.I called my ex to find out about Devi and Benjamin. "They got home yesterday," she said. I called Devi's house."Bess worried about you," said Devi. "She gave me a number for you to call." Can my friend and I crash at your house?" I asked.Cancelling the airline tickets cost us half their price. After shopping to acquire a small wardrobe since we had only the clothes on our back, we washed at the YMCA where we worked out, changed. ‘Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.’ And then you walked away, to your beat up old pickup truck. I got in my blue Malibu and drove to my parents’ house where I was staying while I was in town. I walked inside to see that no one was home and went upstairs into my childhood bedroom. It was still the same as when I left it when I was seventeen. The walls were still a butterscotch color with suns, moons and stars as a border. I lay down in my bed and tried, unsuccessfully, to sleep. Tossing.