" Can I come in for a minute? Maybe just to pee, and get a little glass of ice water? I'm tired, and I didn't have no other place I could think of whe...e I could go."Ed sat there, trying to think of some other way of telling her he didn't want to get involved with her in any way. She was nothing to him. He sure didn't want or need to get himself caught up in any of the problems she was likely to be bringing."I don't have any ice. Look, I don't want to sound mean, but I really don't want to get. But one thing I had learned was never to be taken advantage of, to always have an ace up my sleeve if backed into a corner. The streets had taught me that and police stations. I began stammering, trying to come up with something that would justify myself but I could not. That’s when I felt her foot rubbing my calf. The food arrived. The wine was replenished and I ate my fish without appetite, the fork trembling in my hand. I watched her cut her steak, the blood oozing over her plate, leaving. ‘So you can’t sleep?’ Greg asked while busying in the little kitchenette. He came back holding a cup for her and sat down next to her. ‘Do you think I really made a big mistake, Greg?’ she asked. ‘What is done is done, girl. No use crying or worrying over it now,’ said Greg in a resigned tone. ‘I thought I had so much going for me. All of a sudden, I found myself gotten framed with some stupid drugs. Worst, I found myself getting ‘married’ at the age of twenty-one in less than twenty-four. Just kinda light showers now, Sunday morning. Forecast had s**ttered showers all week. Just laying in bed, still sleepy, I just started playing with my balls. Real slow and gentle, so I wouldnt totally wake up.I ran my middle finger between my balls, more tickling the hairs than the balls themselves. Dippng down underneath, and towards my asshole, I spread just a bit and pushed my finger to my sweaty hole, giving just a nudge to make it open ever so slightly. Applying more pressure now, rubbing.