Jo gave her a smarmy smile and held up a key. "Hello, Heather. Your mother was kind enough to give me a copy of the house key. Hope you don't mind tha... I let myself in."Heather's eyes burned. "Yeah, fine, whatever. Oh, and how is Victor doing these days?"Jo smirked and stepped inside, pocketing the key and closing the door behind her. "Think that will get a rise out of me? Think again. I never believed he was some sort of divine avatar. That was for the weak-minded. Now, where's my slutty. She felt as if she could have carried on as she was but thought she best save the best till tomorrow. The following morning she was up bright and early, excited for the use of her butterfly outside. She left the house perfectly on time with her vibrator in place underneath her clothes. When she was on the bus she took her normal seat again. Looking around the bus her mind could think of nothing but what was to come. She could tell that she was already wet from the anticipation of the days. I almost interrupted her. Women love it when you almost, but not quite, interrupt them. Wait for them to finish then jump in immediately after the final syllable has exited their lips. It means you have already taken charge of the situation. I said, “612. 568. 2341.” She looked at me. She was in a suspended state. I repeated it very slowly. She took out her phone halfway through and started entering the digits. “2341?” she said. “Yes,” I said. We looked each other over for the next several. I thought maybe it was just physical."Ronnie's mouth opened in shock and amusement. "What? My god, a *guy* whose complaining because a *gal* just wants his *body* ?. Oh, holy mother mary and jesus mahogany christ. Sure, she was physically attracted. I could see that when you met her. Don't need astrology to see that." She took a drag off her cigarette and reached to flick the ashes in the ashtray. "But you didn't see her as she was. You saw what you wanted to see. Not that she isn't something.