" Let's go out into the living room," Ellen suggested."This seems like a family thing. You want I should get lost?" Warren whispered in Ellen's ear."O... course not, Warren, you are family," she smiled at him."I saw you guys on TV this winter at Nationals. I'm a figure skating freak, you know," Katherine confessed. "I was watching it with a couple of friends and got all goofy 'Hey, that's my Dad's girlfriend's daughter! Wow!'"Everyone laughed. "The funny thing is," Warren told her, "they almost. ”“You know where I live?”“Yeah, vaguely, that old converted motel over in the west side, right?”“That’s right, apartment number five.”It was a little after eight when he pulled into the parking lot of Donna’s apartment complex. He’d been tempted to go back to the Kmart to see if Joanie’s car was still there. He felt the need to do something; flatten the tires, take the rotor out of the distributor, plug up the exhaust pipe, anything to let her know he was aware of her goings on. But he thought. Charlie would respond with similar messages as he had time.It was crazy, Charlie thought to himself when he was back at home, that he and this person had been talking for months, and were truly close friends without knowing basic facts about each other. But he felt closer to Anon than he did to anyone in his real life.Fuck it, he decided. He pulled up the app. "Hey, man, not to get all homo or whatever, but . . .." He took a breath. "My name is Charlie. I live on the south side of town, and I. That hint of musk which is familiar as of woman, but subtly different to any other, as it should be. I nuzzle against your pubic bone and imprint your aroma in my memory and savour it as it passes over my sinus. Your taste, when my tongue reaches out to part your lips, is also committed to memory. You are wet already and it is the first real sign I have that your body is responding.It would be too easy to just dive into you and perhaps, spoil the occasion with haste. I managed to take it.