” “May I?” I asked as I signaled to the bartender to get you a drink. “Thanks, I’d like a white wine please.” You told the bartende.... I gave him a twenty and asked him for another scotch as well. “Are you here with the bride or the groom?” I asked. “The bride and I are old friends.” you replied. I explained that she worked at my company and that she was a really neat person who made the whole place runs smoothly. “She’s told me about you.” you said. “She said you’re a nice. ” She sighed. “That’s why I love working with him.”Werner raised his drink to his lips and sipped. He didn’t know if it was his last drink, but he felt like he should treat it as if it were.“Comedy and killing are ALL you use a man like that for, Contessa?” Schell asked pointedly.“He’s too young for me.” Helen replied with a cloud of smoke. “I like my men ... well, you’re just at the high end of my age bracket, Werner. Except, you know, also the Nazi who orphaned my husband, so, you. "Anyway," she continued, "we spoke and they talked about how much and how long it hurt when they got it and what they liked and didn't like about them. When you suggested nipple piercing, I really had no problem with it based upon our conversations. I would have said hell no to a hood piercing, I'm glad you picked up on that. Can't be running around as a cop having constant orgasms. The labial piercing was more iffy, until I had a real chance to talk to Zoe. She liked the piercing, the dangles. Of red shoes in all parts of my world ... of a smiling girl who used to have blue eyes deeper than the sea herself... A girl that’s given up on being with me.But I clung to her anyway, because my life depended on it, even as I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on forever. She would soon be swept away, and as we’d both known on the beach back in Montauk that one night, I would have to run like hell.And I don’t fucking know why... The floodwaters never receded. Sometime later I was still there, and.