He moved slowly off the bed and, without even thinking about it, smoothed out the heavy, ridiculously overpriced silk bedspread. She hated it when he ...at on the bedspread. “It’s for show, not for using,” she’d always admonish him. Who the fuck buys a bedspread you’re not allowed to sit on, anyhow? In a defining moment for himself—a victory of function over form—he pulled the spread off the bed, bunched it up in a pile, and began to stomp on it. He ran in place on it for at least a minute, with. " Do you like Todd?" Well he seems nice, so sure." He's older than you." By one year, so what. I like older men." Really?" Well, you're older, and I sleep with you, don't I?"Karen flashed me one of her big warm smiles before she walked away, and in doing so left me to wonder about how she thought of my best friend, as well as her feelings for me, which seemed to be changing almost from one minute to the next.I concluded that I should chase after Karen and ask, and when I caught up I found her. She had designated one area of the small hold to relieve herself in. The first few days of her internment in this hell the smell had nauseated her, but she had grown accustomed to it she supposed. She didn’t realize how much weight she had lost in the time that she had been in this man made hell, but she felt her gown, tattered and filthy as it was, had become looser on her. She even wondered just how filthy she would have to be before Torquemada would be so disgusted with her that he would. So I went upstairs to my apartment and called my friends to say I would be late to basketball. About 10 minutes later, Julie rang my doorbell. She looked worried and came inside to talk to me...I knew Julie worked as a waitress/bar tender and that she was on parole...So I'm not sure she was supposed to be bar tending. That part may have been under the table. Again, Julie also sold d**gs on the side to make ends meet. The people in the complex knew what she was doing and I did too, but I had a.