We got dried off, and then she told me she wanted to get ready. I asked ready for what, but she said to just go to her room. I heard her beginning to ...low dry her hair, so I guess that’s what she meant by getting ready. I went to her bedroom and laid down on the bed and then after she was done in the bathroom, she came into the bedroom. She sexily walked in and then crawled onto the bed with her legs spread. She was still naked, but now her hair was dry and she was wearing makeup. She had also. ”“Seriously?” Jeff replied, taking a long look at Miranda.The look on her face said that she was indeed serious.“I’ve been with the firm eight months,” Jeff said in way of explanation, “I haven’t once seen you with a guy.”“Circumstantial Jeff,” Miranda said, “I’m single. Christ, when did being single translate into being gay?”“Shit!” Jeff said, finally realizing his error as he looked past Miranda to where Syd was still waiting. “Do you want me to go over there and...”“No, I’ll do it,” Miranda. ”I laughed.“Bitch. You know that if we’re gonna be friends and neighbors you’re gonna have to learn to share, right.”“What I know is that if we don’t get out of this hallway soon somebody is going to see us and call the cops. It won’t be the first time and I’m sure they won’t like being called here for another complaint about indecent exposure involving the redheaded whore in apartment 312.”Stepping back from me, she took my hand and led me into her apartment.My eyes were glued to the sway of. In his arms was a young woman who looked good for being 1860 years old, give or take. Mark looked at Alis, still clinging to him. He asked,"Why? You could have been killed." I needed to see. If this was real." Now she let her feet touch the ground. She looked down at the black top, then around at the cars. Then up to the lights hovering over them. She clung to Mark. He held her and spoke quietly,"Much has changed. So many amazing things. But still we don't know everything. And maybe you know.