I bought a couple of ‘red fuckers’ my own invention. Vodka, Bacardi, Gin, Grenadine on ice topped up with lemonade over ice. Sweet and potent.Thre... of these and Dawn was a mess, she was slurring and mauling me. I had missed out on a number of men as she’d scared them off, so I sent her to the loo when I caught the eye of the next man to show interest.While she was away I got him to come over and explained she was just a drunken fag hag and I needed some action. He smiled and said to get some. This is New York. Nobody cares. Let it go now, Christy, let it go for West High, like you used to in that hot little powder blue uniform. Here we go Tiger team, here we go! Here we go Tiger team, here we go!”It had always been his sense of humor, first and foremost. And so it was as it had always been -- that last goofy joke put her over the top and it was like a volcano erupting inside her, with hot lava flowing out its smoldering mouth -- and the need to stifle her screams only making it. She was wearing a white blouse and a knee length skirt. The man was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. Apparently they were in his apartment watching television, but they were really doing more smooching than anything else. Occasionally the man would take a sip from the glass of beer on the table and then go back to kissing the woman again. This went on for some time. I really didn't think anything out of the ordinary would happen, especially with the curtains open so i went back to my work. A. She took a deep breath. I thought for a moment that the waistcoat would pop a button. She did have a very generous bust."I wanted to say I'm sorry, Jack." I was about to say it didn't matter when she went on. "I know what you were going to say, but it does matter. I was being a silly bitch at the time. I hurt Tom badly, and I involved you in something without your agreement. I never thought it through and I shudder now to think that you could have lost your job because of my selfish actions. No.