Es war ein ziemlich warmer Sommerabend und die Straßenbahn war brechend voll. Hätten wir nicht schon zu viel getrunken, wir wären wohl doch mit dem...Auto gefahren. So aber quetschten wir uns in die Menge, ein Sitzplatz war ohnehin nicht zu ergattern. Ich strahlte meinen Freund mit meinen Augen an, er freute sich auf einen schönen Ausgehabend nach langer Zeit und ich auch. Voller Übermut schubste er ich von hinten an und ich schubste zurück, keck über ihre Schulter zurückschauend. Dann kam eine. I was beginning to think she might prefer to live there considering how much time the two spent with each other. I really didn't mind. I wouldn't be very good company that day. I was seething inwardly at the claims by Reese. I had a hard time believing she had even read them. If she had, then she had dropped even further in my estimation. The only conclusion I could then draw from the document was that she was out to destroy me. I had to get out of the house before I destroyed something. I went. Studying journalism often comes with an adjoint lesson in sociology, and she had lately become very vocal about feminism. Her clothes, as with everything else, were just another way she was voicing her opinion. She was barely 50 meters from her house when a bike came way too close to her and the guy on back seat felt the softness of her milky arms, before half-groping her left breast.She was too paralyzed and the only clear memory she would have in a while would be of a man grinning back at her. "I don't know you well enough for that kind of commitment." Inwardly, Sage smiled. She'd fucked one of Manny's Brazilian landscaping employees after "knowing" him for about seven minutes!?"I like tough, nervy men, Manfred." Sage said throatily. "I like a guy who can take a little adversity, a little pain. A man who can dare to walk in the apartment building he owns, in his birthday suit, dammit. Can you take pain? I don't think so." Sage looked away, as if bored.?"Sure I can, Sage...really.".