They both know when I’m seeing the other girl, and they already know when I tell them.”“I’m just a gigolo, everywhere I go!” Mikey sang in m... direction.“Fuck off, Diamond Dave. I don’t charge.”“Still, you get passed around more than money.”“Yeah, yeah, poor me.”We were pretty close to school when the conversation had run dry.“Wait, where are you doing all this fucking?” Mike pondered aloud.“Oh, uh, houses are nice, but sometimes right here in the Mustang.”An uneasy look crept over Mikey’s. I had opened my suitcase but not touched my clothes, therefore Mrs. Warren started to unpack my stuff. She put aside some pieces saying "I run the iron over these, they seem to be a little creased." Thank you Mrs. Warren." I took a sip of the coffee. "How is Mr. Morgan?" He's well, Madam. Thank you for asking. I'll let him know that you and Mr. Leigh are here and that a couple of nice Lobsters would be very appreciated." Oysters would be good too. I will be expecting Rich to be very active for. .. yeah. I, uh, I thought youwere going to a concert tonight?" Tom stood up, pissed all over again. "And who," he started as hebegan to pace, "am I supposed to go with, since that bitch Carol decidedwe should 'see other people' last night, and then went and called everygirl around and told them not to go out with me tonight? I ask you!" hesnarled, whipping around. "Ahhh, well, um." Paul stopped, at a loss for words. An idea formed in Tom's head. "Hey," he said, plopping back. ”“Thanks.”We shook hands and I left the halfway house, walked back to my car, then drove back to Emmy’s apartment. I rang the bell and Clarissa buzzed me in. I went to the apartment where she had the door open for me.“How’d it go?”“About as well as could be expected. I think he’s actually probably a nice guy, and he’s pretty good looking.”“I believe Liz said he was ‘a hunk’.”“I’ll pass on that particular opinion,” I chuckled.“What do you think?”“I need to call Mr. Neverov and Mr. Vasilyev and.