I love those short but so powerful moments in life. - Where are you going? I asked. - I’m not sure, anymore, she said. I was going to a party but I ...on’t feel like party anymore. My boyfriend is an ass-hole who just dumped me, yesterday. And my girlfriends changed her mind. And I’ve just missed the last bus. - I’m sorry to hear that. But the question remains. Where do you want to go? Avoiding to talk about boy- or girlfriends or the fact that I know of jet another bus coming in about an half. .i watched her walk away, that remarkable, allicient ass of hers the focus of my attention..rush of blood to the head now and I shouted: what number?442..I arrived at her door about 10 mins after. I’d delibrrated even going. This could compromise a lot, in so many ways! And why was she doing this? Subterfuge in order to smear my reputation..I weighed it up and concluded nothing beats actually knowing. I was going to know, and sooner than I’d imaginedShe opened the door to me, “come in”. The. " So he was younger than you, then?" Yes." How much younger?"Her question made me think; I suddenly recalled that I had sensed that the shadowy guy in my dream had been younger than I was. "Mid-twenties. Maybe younger."Angela smiled. "Ahh... so he was a lot younger than you, then?" Yes." Did that excite you? Imagining a younger man fancying me?" Yes." What about when you bet me in the game. How did I react? Did I tell you not to bet me?" No. You didn't say anything." Was I angry?" No - not at. Momentslater as she turned to leave, she stopped and just looked at me,seemingly with a sadness in her eyes. "I've gotta get home before my Dadwakes up."Brushing her hair back with my hand, I nodded my head. "I know," Iwhispered. Me standing there naked in front of her didn't seem to botherher. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it because I saw her scanning me upand down as I watched the final flickers of flame from the fire pitreflect in her eyes.As she turned to go she reached out and fondled my.