He emailed back quickly with details – a motel in Red Hook, room number to follow – and I closed everything up in anticipation of my husband’s a...rival home. I’d need a story.When he came through the door, I just knew he’d been fucking around. All those strange changes to his scent suddenly made sense – they were his craigslist tramps. I came over and kissed him hello, trying to mask my anger and the fact that I, too, was about to become one of those tramps. He gave a half-assed excuse for his. He slammed the door closed behind him andfollowed Michele into the lounge. Part of the strategy that Brian hadfabricated to deal with Michele the transvestite was to think of heronly as a woman. If you looked closely at her you could see some ofthe give away signs: she was large framed, had big feet, a husky voiceand an Adam's apple; but dressed the way she was, her feminine charmsfar outweighed any evidence of masculinity. Besides, regardless ofanything else, she was just downright. He trusts me! And no, I won’t ask him!” she said, heading off the girl’s obvious next question.“Sorry,” Heather said contritely.“Jesus, next you’ll be having me make dirty movies!”“She said what?” asked Peter incredulously.Lauren described her conversation with Heather to Peter a second time. It was Wednesday, and after a quick dinner out, they had gone back to his apartment. Now they were in bed, naked and cuddling in a post-coital glow, and Lauren was giggling as she described Heather’s. . along. Bliss enveloped him, and Tyler knew no more.OOOO “No. I’ve told you time and time again, Miller, this isn’t going to work. I don’t care what you claim about him, this idiot’s beyond saving.” Abraham DuPree spoke into his cell phone as he strolled along a gray alleyway. Clouds obscured the moon this night, a sure omen of ill intent. A voice on the other end of the line murmured at him, and Abraham scoffed, sending a small murder of crows into flight. “I could give a shit if he’s.