She kissed your cheek and left. You had come back every Friday that you could since then, but she was never working. Tonight, was going to be your lu...ky night. You asked the bartender to help you out, slipping her a $100 bill and asking for Desire. She smiled and said, ‘I’ll get her for you, go to the booths, she’ll be there soon.’ A few minutes later, a bouncer had told you to go to booth number 4 after frisking you, making sure you had no bombs or weapons, since 9/11 nothing had been the. She unwrapped them happily, squealing with delight at the contents of each package. The next box handed to her was from Jamie. She glanced his way with a shy smile before turning her attention back to the package. She was a bit more careful to open his package, although she didn’t know why. Slowly, she pulled back the flaps of the box and removed the delicate tissue paper. Inside, there was a musical jewellery box. She gasped and said it was the best present she’d ever received. Ramone. I wasn't openly gay or bisexual. I just had my fantasies, most of which involved Denise. I was lucky that we would spend the majority of our time talking about boys because she wouldn't even suspect that I secretly wanted to do unforgivable things to her.I watched her, as she browsed facebook. I looked at her soft feet, her toes painted red. I looked at the small wedgie she had, revealing her ass crack to me. I had strong sexual urges aimed towards her yet she had no idea of it."God, have you. Not the co-workers millingaround like aimless ants. No. Something had changed within me.A vibration buzzed through me that no one else noticed. And then, eventhough I had never been blind, I could suddenly see. Details blossomedaround me. Lifting my hand I saw it in all its details. The smooth skin Ihad when I had been thirteen and its gradual transformation to thewrinkled patchy skin of someone one hundred years old.I needed a moment to gather my thoughts and to really understand whathappened.