I suppose that if thepresence of another couple making love a few yards away didn'tdisturb them, then the occasional passers-by, like Harold and I,wer...n't about to cramp their style either. Despite Harold'samusement, I found the encounter quite distasteful, and I wonderedwith a mother's concern if my beloved Lara had ever let a youngman have his way with her in those same dark, secretive shadows.Back at the house, I fixed a quick dinner, and once againHarold gulped it down like a vacuum. Emma was wearing denim shorts and a loose fitting white blouse. She looked sensational. She threw her arms around me and kissed me on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I felt my penis twitch with anticipation. "How did you go at hockey?" I asked. "We won," she replied, "and I scored the winning goal." “Well, good for you," I said. "I can smell something nice," I said, “what’s cooking?" “Surprise! Surprise!” "Okay." "Do you want to watch television for a while or just listen to. Her denial, she observed, was no affectation of grimace, and proceeded to read me such admirable lessons on the economy of my person and my purse, as I became amply paid for my general attention and conformity to in the course of my acquaintance with the town. After which, changing the discourse, she fell on the pleasures of the preceding night, where I learned, without much surprise, as I began to enter on her character, that she had seen every thing that had passed, from a convenient place. Then, I see the icing on the cake:OUT OF SERVICEThe second piece of paper to betray me today. The barricaded elevator door informs me that I have to walk all the way down this ten-story-tall building, running into God knows how many dickheads waiting to make me into the highlight of their day. I swear it wasn't broken when I came here, what caused it to... Never mind. Just never fucking mind.I wish I had never been born. My life has been nothing but a series of disappointments up to this point:.