“You’re so sweet honey, putting my mind at ease like that” she replies sarcastically. “But what if your assailant would be someone you know?�... he asks her. “What do you mean? I mean.. you would never let anyone touch me, you’d kill anyone who’d look at me funny. You’d torture and kill slowly anyone who would touch me… hahaha…” She laughs as she says this. “Don’t you think the risk of getting caught here is a turn on?” He inquires. “Mmm, in a way, yes his think it is. Actually… Mmmm, thinking. If I turned over, he went to the back and sides of my neck, pulling my shirt collar away to expose me. Finally, after a long while of leaving me to my own movements, he turned me on my back and very gently straddled my hips, taking away my ability to turn over."Let's see what he gets so excited about," he said. Leaning over me a little, he started unfastening the buttons on my blouse, very slow, very teasing as he watched my face. I turned aside, either out of shame or not wanting to give him. That was the plan until Terry turned up Hill Street to head back to the freeway. We had stopped for the light on Mission when I saw the homeless woman standing on the corner holding her sign that read, 'Homeless — Will Work For Food. Please Help' and that gave me an idea. She looked to be around thirty but in her filthy clothes and with a dirty face who could really tell. She had on some really old clothes and she definitely needed a bath but she wasn't ugly or anything. She had bleached blonde. The only fly in the ointment was the lack of passion. Nadia was barely friendly but no more. Over lunch on the next Monday, Nadia said, “Randy, this isn’t working for me.”I nodded. “I understand. We are okay with each other but, by now, there should at least be a better friendship. There isn’t.”“That’s true. I would like to call our deal off. We have gotten past most of it but we both know there isn’t anything further waiting for us together.”“That works.” We had finished our lunches. “Let’s.