Her glasses had been discarded, instead her face was perfectly made up with just the correct amount of eye make up and lipstick. Her eyes, normally hi...den behind her glasses were large and deep brown with big dilated pupils in the dim light. She looked very nervous, even scared, but determined all the same. As my eyes travelled down her body I had even more of a shock. Instead of her normal trousers she wore a short and very tight black mini skirt with high heels on her feet. I had not seen her. ‘Did you know you’re bleeding?’ She reached out and gently wiped away a small trail of blood with a tissue she had taken out of the pocket of her jacket. The blood was from a small cut on his lip. It looked like a bite mark. ‘Hmmm, nope, didn’t know that.’ He touched his lip with one finger, pulled it back to look at the small smear of blood. ‘I think I bit my lip when I started my car and the music came on.’ He’d been listening to a country music radio station last night when he pulled into. "The puzzled look on the ladies faces demonstrated that the magic translator had its limitations, but Steve shook it off and said, "Never mind; suffice it to say we may be able to find a solution."The continued to chat for several more minutes, mostly about trivialities. When Conseula started nudging Theresa's ear with her nose, Steve rose and said, "I think your little flower is getting restless. Maybe you should take her back to your room and see if she needs some attention?"Theresa laughed.. You said you were ‘done with his sorry ass’.”“No, not devastating. Just another dickhead in a long line of boys who think with their ... Sorry. I’m being a bit juvenile. I can do better. Jennifer and I ... You have a good memory.” She looked up at me. “I’d love to go to dinner with you, Charlie. I’m going out back for a bit. You mind?”“Not at all. Can I meet you right around here at six, then I can bring you back if your car is here or take you home?”“Yes. Please. Here at six. And, yes, my car.