Those words echoed in my head. Love you? Just what the hell did she mean by that? I paused for a second and replied, Sure, see you later. I hung up an... rested back onto my bed, angrily I smashed my head into the pillow and grunted. I was not so love struck to be pulled into this sort of thing. I knew very well Zoe didnt love me, and when she said it I was struck with anger. I expected Zoe to text me or something, but she didnt. In no mood to continue the night I turned off my computer and. Beep ... Beep ... Beep...Death hated me. I know that Death hated me, because that beeping machine followed me here.Wherever here was, was where that damned beeping thing turned up.But then again, if I was hearing that blasted beep, then I was no longer dead. Aliveness had replaced my dead-li-ness, and I knew that consciousness usually followed the sound of the beeping machine.So...I relaxed and concentrated on noises other than that torturous beeping machine... ... and heard all about how I. My throat dry, I followed her into an apartment block, she turned to look at me and gave me a wink, and walked up the stairs, slowly and deliberately, so I could see up her skirt, bright pink panties greeted me, along with her perfectly curved bum. I licked my lips once more, and followed her upstairs, there she stood, the door to her apartment open wide, she turns and walks seductively into the hallway. I walk in nervously and shut the door behind me, and turn to see her, looking at me, her. A lot more comfortable than my 12 year old clunker. “This weekend is my treat. You’re money’s no good.”“What money?”. We both laughed.She drove to the airport. We boarded a plane for New York City. A couple hours later, we took a cab from LaGuardia to Manhattan, to the Plaza hotel. It wasn’t check in time, so the desk held our bags. “You don’t spare any expenses”.“We are worth it. We are going to have a fabulous time. We took a cab to Union Square, then walked to Gotham Bar & Grill for.