“You are very pretty,” Aya said, flirting.“Thank you,” I blushed. “You are so beautiful!” I told her.“Thank you,” Aya said as she kiss...d my lips.Shocked, I smiled back awkwardly.“So, Miss Kamiko is your aunt?” I asked Aya.“Not really, we just call her Auntie or Miss,” Aya explained.“Who are 'we?'” I asked.“The guys and girls she helps out,” Aya said. “She is like a benefactor.”“I see,” I answered, but not fully understanding.“I am a lesbian,” Aya said suddenly. “Do you like girls?”“I do like. She'd tried that same exact word with her husband one night, when he was hunched over the computer, researching a company's stock value."Come on, baby," she said, standing behind him and running her hands down onto his chest. "You've been in school long enough. It's time for recess... time to play." In a minute," he'd said, ignoring her hands. "You go get ready and I'll be there in a minute."He'd never shown up. At least not until she'd already fallen asleep, and then he didn't wake her.She. I jumped out of the car and ran for the door…trying my best to ignore the cold chills running down my neck and spine despite the million layers of clothes I had on. I fumbled for my key to the door when all of a sudden it opened. I stepped on inside slightly confused yet more glad than anything. All of a sudden I felt his soft yet masculan hands over my eyes. He told me to simply trust him and walk and not open my eyes. I did as I was told anxious beyond belief. He steered me to the side of the. It’s really over?”“Yeah, David,” said Carson. “It’s really over.”Armisen’s eyes started to water. “Just stay the night.”“No--”“Please,” he said, pulling out his wallet, handing up a fistful of cash. “Just come back to the hotel…”“No!” Carson said again, slapping his hand away, sending the bills flying. “Don’t you understand? I don’t want your fucking money! I don’t want anything to do with you.”“Carson,” the man reached out and took his hand. “I’m forty-five years old. I’ve never been with a.