It was Destiny, crying.“Hey, I’ll catch up with you, Johnny. I got something to do,” she said.They went their separate ways. Jezebel entered the...room, looking around at every spacious inch.“Hey, Destiny,” She said timidly.Destiny quickly wiped her tears away and jerked her head.“Oh, hey, Jezebel. When’d you get here?”“We were exploring the place. I heard something. I was curious. So…” Jezebel said, simply.“So… what?”After a few seconds of awkward silence and music in the background, Jezebel. It was not like her.Eve felt bad about her behavior. She squeezed John’s arm as compensation for the verbal bruising she’d given him. She wanted him to know it was all on her. He was just a guy who saw a woman drinking alone and he was hoping to get lucky.Eve’s lips curled into a half smile. John had been quick with a reply. She gave him credit for that. His clever line Madam, I’m Adam, let’s walk in my Garden allowed both of them to leave with dignity. And now here she was, in a garden of. The year Skynyrd crashed, Star Wars came out, and I had an 9th grade math teacher named Mrs. Lambfinger. Horrible name, I know, and it was that much worse that her first name was Pamela and sort of rhymed (Pamela Ramyerfinger), though I only thought of her as Mrs. Lambfinger.No. Not quite true. I thought of her in many different ways. I sometimes thought of her unbuttoning her top for me, button by button, to reveal-- well, I'm not sure now how my fantasies played out, since they had no basis. By her legs sits a big brown lovely dog.She greets me and explains it's her daughter's dog and that she's minding it for a few weeks while they are on holiday.I sit beside the handsome animal to stroke its fine coat.When I stroke his head his lovely eyes look deeply into mine.My pulse quickens.He has that magic something; personality, sex appeal, masculinity.I'm drawn by him: want him.Mrs Kemp talks on while I fondle his ears. My gaze falls onto his sheath and again I feel my pulse quicken..