“Yeah it is.” I tell her. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and remembering all the fun we had together. Do you remember that...night in my kitchen?” she asks me with that laugh of hers that I love. “Of course I do. Damn that was fun. I remember that night like it was yesterday.” I tell her with a sigh remembering that night. See it wasn’t long after our little restroom adventure that I was over at her house. I will say there is one good thing about seeing a. "Tell me sweetheart, would you sleep with a stranger?" Hell no!"Then let me introduce myself, my name is Tony."Fred retorted with, "Sorry I'm not your type. I am not inflatable."Steve laughed at that one. Now convinced that Fred was capable oftaking care of himself, he turned his full attention to Donna, assuredhe was someone who was worth cultivating as a source. For the remainderof the night, Steve went out of his way to cozy up to Donna.Steve found out that Donnas' wife demanded that he live. She looked pale and sick, just straight-up overpartied, and he wondered if these days overpartying included coke or ecstasy or whatever they did now, or if it was just pot and cheap booze like when he was that age."Hey," she said, and gave him a little one-armed hug, her second since arriving in the city. "Can I -- some water? Can I have some water? Sorry." Her voice was slurred and her eyes bleary. He remembered a thousand nights -- God, that probably wasn't an exaggeration -- from college and. I was walking through the fields one day - having escaped my serfly duties - and came upon a boy my age as he sat upon a rock near the creek. He did not see me, so I stood there and watched him for a while, innocently as anything. As the wind died down, I heard a strange noise, like the grunting and panting of dogs in heat. I snuck closer, curious to find the noise's source. It is then I saw the boy's arm moving, up and down and up and down, as if he were trying to whittle a hearty piece of.