My kiss was initially tender but it soon became very obvious that Teresa wanted passion; so passion I gave her. Our tongues duelled, sought places to ...xplore, and tasted the other, before starting the cycle again. My fingers roamed her back, feeling the contours as if my life depended on memorising them.Our kiss went on and on, until nature intervened, telling our overwhelmed brains that breathing was required. We both stared at each other, each wondered where that passion came from and. She told you that she had known you were innocent but was unable to come before until your grandfather, the family patriarch, had died. In low whispers she told you that she had set you up a numbered bank account, and although she could do nothing directly to help me that if I ever got out I could find help at the lake house where I spent many years as a child. Feeling hope you gave your grandmother a hug, and whispered to her that you hoped to be at her next birthday.After that you began to. . something was happening to his tattoos.They were breaking up, fading away. How could that be? The ink wassupposed to be indelible.His guts gurgled and he had to go to the john again, badly. The stink ofhis own doings was almost enough to set him puking again. He pulled onhis robe and stumbled into the main room."Shit, Grant, you look sick," Brandi said. She was watching the TV."Shut up," Grant mumbled. He peered at her - she was wearing the t-shirtand jeans again. "What did I fuckin" tell you. "Go on, do it."She was the street-wise one so I did as she said, looked up and therethey were standing on the platform looking at us, I gave a little waveand they cheered."Oh My God!"Amy laughed. "Told you. It can be annoying but sometimes it's nice tothink we are admired. Buy yourself a paste diamond ring or a cheap goldband and wear it on your ring finger, when you want to be left alone, itcan help."We reached the corner and I stopped and pointed at the Retro Shop."There it is."She looked.