While looking down onto the street I would have that feeling of waking up together with the city, being a part of it. I’d watch parked cars drive of..., smartly dressed people pace their way to work, shops and cafes opening their eyelids. I’d especially love that wee cafe across the street waking up from its overnight rest. The owner, a tiny ginger girl, always arrives just before 6:30am and wrestles with heavy security blinds. The rattle is unbelievable and probably wakes up the whole street. I. On those days she always undressed her outer clothes, but she asked Dan to remove her bra, panties and stockings. ‘Baby, would you use your teeth to take my panties off?’ Dan was delighted, he used his hands only to lift Laura’s hips, tongue would probe and lift the elastic away from her skin until his teeth could grip. First in front, Dan managed to tug the nylon down enough to reveal Laura’s pink button winking at him. He rolled her over. Dan used teeth, tongue and nose along Laura’s channel. From what I had heard Edward Kline was a stickler for punctually, and did not like dealings with women. It was said that he was really tough and could make a grown man cry with his criticisms. Now straight out the gate I had two strikes against me. Practically running, the hem of my long skirt swishing around my black riding boots I rush into the shiny chrome and glass conference room, apologizing, I set up for my presentation. I can feel his deep blue almost black eyes on me as I fumble with. Again. “I was thinking about time,” she said. “Time?” “Yes.” “In what sense?” She turned to him. “How long have we known each other?” “I don’t know. Several years. Four, five maybe.” “How many times have we talked?” “Hundreds. Like every day. Like….” She smiled. “You’re doing the math in your head, aren’t you?” “Only because you can’t.” “How many then? Smarty pants.” “A thousand? Fifteen hundred?” “Okay. And how much time have we spent together?” she asked. “Actually? With each.