It was too special to be a one-night stand. Maybe for you, but it wasn’t for him. Or he would still be here. Jill let herself cry for a few minutes,...feeling used and hurt, and stupid for initiating the whole thing. If this is how one-night stands went, then it would be the first and last one she ever had. Her tears dried eventually. Jill risked rolling over to look at the clock. Ten thirty. Oh God, she had to meet Casey downstairs in half an hour. She jumped out of bed to grab some clothes for. I walked out of the room to check on my mom. She was in the kitchen wearing her t-shirt and a long skirt. I said, “Good morning, mom.” My mom looked at me and said, “Good morning, honey. Breakfast is ready. Just have it.” Me: Sure, mom, let’s eat.I can see she was a little bit tensed. But she managed to cover it with her beautiful smile. We ate breakfast and had a little casual talk. I observed that my mom was texting on her mobile while we were talking. I am pretty sure that it was my friend. The diner is the typical greasy spoon. Blue vinyl booths faded by the sun with one waitress who is busy fetching food and cleaning tables. There is a cook wearing a grease-stained apron who’s barking orders out.Sitting alone, in a booth, is Carmen. The twins lock on her, reading her thoughts, and scanning her memories.Carmen is a simple woman, with simple desires and hopeful dreams. She wants a small farm, with lots of animals, a husband that loves her, and children, but that’s not what her. I have been a computer programmer for about 15 years, and I was really excited about this new opportunity. The job was really good, and paid well, but the cafeteria in the building wasn't all that good. So, I started going out for lunch, and looking around the neighborhood for places to eat. I was working near the airport, and along with the restaurants and fast food places, I saw many X rated adult bookstores and topless bars. I hadn't seen so many different adult bookstores in the other.