The checkout lady said, ‘Just passing through dear or are you new here?’ ‘I’m staying for a few months at Dan and Amy Rayburn’s place, they�...�re my aunt and uncle and I last stayed with them when I was seventeen.’ ‘Oh Amy, and I know her very well. What’s your name dear?’ ‘Billie, um Billie Summers.’ ‘Omigod, you’re famous.’ The woman yelled, ‘Hey everyone, we have a celebrity at the checkout. She’s Billie Summers who wrote Celeste Bush’s bio. We saw her on TV recently. She’s staying out by the. Your docs hitting the pavement in a steady rhythm, noticing no one. You plunge through people. The same invisible crowd that examine your ardor out of the corner of their eyes, wondering what made you so angry. The anger translates into your mood, your beautiful eyes flash, your lips have thinned and the cigarette in your hand trembles.'Cool off. Cool off Babe and come back to me'. By now I've descended down the wall into sitting position, until sorry arse is resting on the polished boards of. He jumped up and hurried over to close the door behind me, but stumbled on a red and black persian rug in the process and pushed me against the door closing it and pining me in-between. His arms at my shoulders pushed on the door with me held in-between, I froze not sure of what to do. His face was only inches from mine, I felt his breath on my face, the minty coolness of his breath, and I looked up at him with uncertainty and wanting. We stood like this for what felt like an hour but was. Maybe he would keep a date maybe not. He started becoming friends with the guy I rented my extra bedroom to Mike. Kenny and Mike became drinking buddies. When Kenny spent more time drinking with Mike than fucking me I started to get pissed off. I knew this wasn’t going to go anywhere from the start but I couldn’t get rid of his masterful tongue just yet.I wondered how many times Mike lay in bed in the room right next to mine listening to Kenny and I fuck each others brains out? I wondered if he.