"Erin was now approaching the porch and the man could clearly make out her long hair, striking facial features and shapely legs in tight jeans."Oh, no... I couldn't. We're gonna…" Ah, c'mon. Are you having anything better than steak over there?"The assurance with which the question was asked made her giggle. That produced a smile on the young man's face."Well, probably not. I'm sure Mom will have something she considers healthy," Erin said with a tinge of sarcasm."Then come on. There's plenty of. Something was missing. Someone was missing. For the first time since this absurd situation had begun he turned to look in the one direction he hadn’t: behind him. Looking behind him was like looking into the past. And why was the past (especially the recent past) something he feared deeply? He closed his eyes making the 180-degree turn and opened them warily only when facing squarely down the embankment. Resting at the bottom like some dead solider was the traumatized remains of a four-door. I figured he wanted me last thing in his day so hecould yell at me, or have me arrested for public indecency, or tell meoff about how he never wanted me to be his patient again, since he was afine upstanding taxpaying business person and I was a degenerate littlecross-dressing sicko.At the correct moment, I closed my apartment door and headed out. Myheart was almost hurting me, it was beating so hard. And since I wasstill off work, I had spent my day like I always did. I'd jerked offfor. I sleep naked, if you said yuck, screw you. There came a knock on my door. I checked the peep hole and oooo its the tights girl. So I grabbed my pants and shirt then opened the door. She was very obviously drunk. She kind of pushed past me with a big smile, not that I tried to stop her.Plopping down on the bed she said; “My name is Shelly and you are Bernie, you said I think” with a little giggle.I generally hate gigglers, but shes good looking, drunk and on my bed, I'll give her a pass on.