We sat close holding hands and talking, as though no one else sat at the table with us. I could feel the connection between us again and there was a t...g in my chest. With some time before the band took the stage, Cole excused himself to use the restroom. Watching him walk away, I admired his firm butt flexing under his jeans with each step. The delicious view soon was out of sight and the waitress stopped at the table to take our drink orders. Grinning from ear to ear I was on cloud nine; I. We pull up and I start the process of getting booked in, I get my mugshot taken and they take a sample of my dna cause I'm getting charged with a felony. I am told my bond amount is $5000 and I know no one I know can help me out. I am told to go sit in the holding cell where I can make phone calls, I call my best friend who I ask after explaining the situation, if she can give me some money for the commisary so I can buy stuff I need. She obliges. I hear my name called and they bring me to a. I., no way you keep a low profile with this curse: no not a politician, I'm basically a walking scandal, but you're getting closer with those last two. Bingo: tabloid reporter! Aren't too many of those rags that have actual reporters on staff, but there's a few, but that's not me. I'm not on anyone's payroll, I'm too notorious, I'm a freelancer that works with more credible writers and photogs feeding them times, dates, places and so forth and they just see what happens when I'm there, if some. Really. But I have to tell you something before we go any further."She got a startled look in her face."I'm HIV positive," I said.Nothing.She just sat there for a long moment."Oh shit," she said."Oh, shit." FUCK!" She wiped her face, her lips and looked at me in horror."You kissed me!"I nodded."I swapped spit with you!" It's safe, you can't get it that way," I said."Say's you, why should I trust you?" Her voice had risen to a frantic pitch. Those brown eyes of hers had turned black and.