Two souls as one ripped from one another, leaving just ghosts and painful memories behind. Your words cut so deep, the blood ran freely, I didn't wan... it to stop. Scars were all that would remain. The pain so great as the door slammed shut behind you, your keys on the table. The world shifted, my legs crumble as I drop to the floor, sadness enveloping me. I feel like the sky is falling, ready to plummet down and crush me. There is so much hurt. I want it to end, to say I am sorry. I would give. ”A light tapping at the door interrupted them. Hattie turned pale.Dave raced to the door and peered through the spy hole. “She’s here,” he whispered. “Least I assume that’s her. She’s been dropped off by a Chauffeur. Oh, nice car too.”“That’ll be her,” squeaked Hattie. She caughed and took another swig of wine.“Oh God, Hattie, what should we do?” asked Dave with a tremor in his voice. “Should we hide and pretend not to be here?”Hattie shook her head. She put the wine down, smoothed out her. A twenty-year old kid was handed a commission to paint a fucking wall! If it hadn’t been for you standing next to me, I wouldn’t have finished. I’d have thrown a tantrum and walked away. I’d have gone back to Nebraska to make a living painting billboards. It was the trust of other people that made this wall.”“It was your talent, Tony.”“Talent and maturity aren’t the same thing. Did you know I was ejected from the World Games? Security escorted me out of the arena.”“You were vindicated.”“Not. I'll order the wine while you're gone." Why do you want me to take off my..." Kimberly leaned close to Steve and whispered very softly, "my panties?" Just do it ... for me."Kimberly returned Steve's smile and slid out from the table. She looked over her shoulder when he said, "Your bra too."In the privacy of a stall, she removed her underwear and stared at them. She had not thought to bring her pocketbook. She squished her bra and panties into as small a ball as she could and returned to the.