”“Ah, what?”She flipped off the TV remote control and looked at me.“Hey, I was watching that!”“I need you to practice with me.”“Practi...e? Not more dancing?” remembering last year.“Oh, no. Something else.”“Well?”“Don’t tell mom or dad. Actually, don’t tell ANYONE!”“Sure.”“Swear it!”“Hey, I swear I won’t tell.”She looked closely at me as if sizing up my verbal agreement. I figured she was just being weird or paranoid again. Always paranoid about her looks and her actions around others.“Listen,. .." "... long time for this" "Call it." "Heads" "You lucky bas..." I felt my legs being pulled apart, but I didn't know what was happening until I felt the hardness pushing into me.How had I gotten home? I didn't remember Bert undressing me, but he must have. How else could he put himself in me? A voice, not Bert's, but a man's voice, "God is she tight." The hardness moved into me, a mouth fastened itself to mine and another mouth closed on my breast and fingers teased the nipple on my other. He was caught by surprise and rushed to the mouse to close the file he seemed to be working at his computer. It was probably some confidential document of the company, and Sarah immediately regretted her harsh action. "You can't be here!" Dwayne promptly said. "Mr. Malone, I am terribly sorry to bother you like that. I did not mean to intrude." Sarah said, trying to hide the discomfort in her voice. "Oh... In that case, what are you doing here?" Dwayne asked her, after regaining his composure.. X gave me a framed, hand-lettered version of Perfect Woman he'd done himself using, as he informed me, "A pen that dates back to the time of the poet himself." He'd found it, along with the other materials, at the art supply shop that now stood where Samuel's secondhand store had once been."And do you doubt my perfect digital memory?" I chided him in the way only close lovers can."Never!" he replied with a smile. "This is just so that everyone else will know about you as well." Then I'll hang.