I wasn't going to chat, as I was tired but I decided to haveanother glass of wine and I returned his message.GREATONE69: Hello Erika, how are you this...evening?ME: Hi there, I'm doing okay, thanks. ( now I should tell you that Igenerally only chat with people online if they have a photo in theirprofile. His profile did have a pic, it was kind of hard to see, asthese photos are a bit small, anyways he had a beard.)GREATONE69: well that's good, my name is Wayne by the way. I really likeyour. ’ She flashed that stunning smile again and turned, walked through the car park and the code-protected door. My eyes followed her all the way, she sure looked tasty in that pin-striped suit cut just above the knee. I gave her just two minutes before pulling the rubber torch from the glove compartment and following her through that door. I ignored the lift. I climbed those stairs fairly rapidly, I was still in good shape for an older guy. Plain food and plenty of exercise for the last five years. ’ ‘Help me? You?’ snorted the gangster. ‘Listen, you bastard. ‘You think I don’t know you took him out? Just understand one thing, Smith. I’ll pay you back. I’ll get even.’ ‘Now, now,’ Samuel Smith’s soothing voice told him. It was like taking candy from a baby. ‘That’s no way to talk, Eddie. Not when I’ve called you in an attempt to put an end to all this stupidity.’ The gangster wasn’t fooled, but the words momentarily stilled his anger. Find out what the bastard had in mind. Then use it. For art class. For HER art class! Then I'm there, and it's even worse!Her face, her presence, her voice, her scent permeate the atmosphere around me, and I can do nothing about it! To top it off, I'm cursed with a modicum of talent! This invariably brings praise and soft touches that cut my soul to the quick! Oh, how I wish they could be for me, not my art!My chair feels like the seat is lined with broken glass. I can't keep still! Of their own volition, my thighs rub together, trying without.