***Well, what can I say? It's Saturday night and nothings going on. As in,nothing, zilch, nada, fuck all, ZERO! You get the message. Can't get a hold ...f anyone. And let's face it, a single average-looking guy hittingthe pubs or clubs solo. Kinda raises eyebrows. For the wrong reasons.You know what I mean. Just not the sort of thing that happens.OK, I'm bored - I'm in my flat and I'm wondering why I'm living thislife. Always getting the short straw. You know, if there is ANYONE upthere - why do. I couldn't buy you that Jeep you wanted for your birthday, but you like your truck, don't you?" It's great." She licked her lips nervously. Watching her moist pink tongue dart out, I felt a peculiar feeling in my groin. Her eyes were huge, her face rosy. Her hand snaked across the table and took mine. "I want something else for my birthday, Daddy. Something only you can give me, and it won't cost a thing." What is it, baby?" Take me home now and I'll tell you."I paid the tab and we walked out. I hadn't bought the adapter end for the car, so I went home to rest, as I thought of the recharging. The more I used terms from my old life the more I felt in touch with it. Since I had all day, I ran TV shows for the last few days. Mostly it was fictional drama but some news shows crossed my mind as well. There were bits of information in even fictional dramas that tended to be of value once the rest of the crap was sifted out.News shows were more of a bore, since someone's pig winning best in. Then, I stopped. I had learned my lesson. I didn’t want this to end so quickly.I unwrapped her arms from around my neck, and I sat her upright on top of me. Alissa propped herself on both my knees, behind her, leaning back a little and arching her back in a beautiful way. She just looked at me, her hair falling sideways like a black, lustrous curtain, covering half of her gorgeous face. Tears ran down her high cheeks, dripping from the edges of the beautiful straight lines of her jaw and chin..