“I guess I’ll take what I can get,” and she took my hand.“Isn’t that... ?” I asked. The older, shorter man dueting with Charlie looked fam...liar.“Eddie Mange. The rock star. I remembered reading about him when his bassist and writing partner died and Eddie stopped playing for a while. Apparently Saul was his original bassist and is playing with him now. Saul’s like a famous poet.”“Saul Loman,” I realized. “He’s got this writing workshop every summer where he teaches. Hunter College.”“How do you. I was full of evil thoughts at six thirty this morning.’ ‘I was strung up and my ass was red?’ ‘Very red.’ She grabbed my hand, ‘Come and help me wash the stink of spies off. I know a quiet place with good food.’ As it turned out, we both washed the stink off. She grabbed at my cock and I said, ‘That is promised to the architect for this evening.’ She yelped, ‘What? You are scheduling us?’ ‘She pushed me in a dark corner and said she was desperate.’ Anne’s lips were soft and her eyes watering.. It had been felled expertly, and lay there in the brush, soft and pithy as if attacked by dry rot.The illusion almost became real as she caught the first whiff of the humus-like smell that came from it. She could begin to visualize mushrooms or toadstools springing up around it, so rich was the odor of decayed compost or manure.Then she realized that it was manure. Betty's manure! She wouldn't let herself think of any words more commonly used to describe the organic stuff that had made those. ’ ——————– At the bar, Paul and Sarah really hit it off. They got to know each other on a more personal level. After talking the night away and laughing nonstop, Paul paid the drink tab, and escorted Sarah outside. As soon as the cold brisk air hit Sarah she really started feeling the drinks. She swayed back and forth before collapsing. Paul caught her mid collapse and carried her to the nearest bench. ‘oouugggh gagaga,’ she murmured. ‘Its ok just take some deep breaths. Everything is going to.