.. Well that's not exactly true" and she said "I didn't think so". I continued "It's actually only nine and three eights inches, but nobody's ever cal...ed me a liar for an eighth of an inch."We're walking along, past an alley, when she takes my hand and says "C'mon." She drags me into what turns out to be a large courtyard of loading docks and dumpsters surrounded by multiple unrelated office buildings. It's amazingly clean and tidy. (Thank you, Browning-Ferris Industries.)She pulls me between. To inform my guests, of that, the red X has been placed over her mouth. It IS a standard sign in our community. Just who are you, anyway?" I asked."Jack Tidwell if you must know." Mr. Tidwell, since this is my home, I really should know. I don't recall your name on the list of invitations. Therefore, I must presume that you are with someone." Yeah, I came with Reggi." Ahh, Mistress Regina. And where is she, right now?" How the hell should I know? I don't keep track of her."I felt a hand on my. I decide to pull out a book in the hopes of getting lost in another world. I was so into the story that I didn’t even notice the beautiful girl sit down next to me. Eventually, I did notice her and I quickly forgot about the book I had been reading. At first, I was too shy to ask her name so in my head I named her Megan, the name of the author of the book she was reading.We sat for almost an hour like this, just reading next to each other, motionless and fixated on our own tales. Most people. The night before had been magical, a quasi- spiritual experience. Megan had completely let herself go, and I had driven her to thorough satisfaction. And today, making the cake was more fun than I would have thought. She wore my favorite skirt (wholly not a baking outfit, for sure, but I didn't complain), and teased me with peeks down her top as she would express some frosting here or there. Sharing the creativity of making the cake with her was refreshing and exciting. I had been hoping the.