She looked over the top of her glass at me and asked, ‘What’s going to happen now?’ ‘What do you want to have happen?’ The words sounded st...rangely familiar and it took a moment to recognize them. We had said (typed, whatever) these same words to each other one night when she jokingly suggested we get together in real life. I knew this scenario- knew where it led and wondered if she remembered too. ‘ I want you to take me upstairs’ Okay, she remembered. What came next? Jesus my mouth was dry. . The teams hadn't assembled on the floor yet. However, two young ladies in opponent's colors were practicing defensive digs. One, a tall blonde, whacked the ball at her teammate, a dark haired beauty, short, with modest chest. They repeated the slamming, with Miss Dark Hair diving or squatting to field every one. I shook my head. With a back-row defender like Miss Dark Hair, the Morse Dots had little chance for a victory.Noise, perhaps an argument, caught my attention in the opposite corner. Two. He had not used it for anything yet, never had any need to. As he stared at his reflection in the blade, Ken kept replaying Jason’s words in his mind.“Maybe that’s not such a bad idea...”Just as Ken took a firm grip on the handle, preparing to take the knife to his throat, an unfamiliar voice came from off to the side.“Hey.”Gabrielle Libertine relaxed in a lawn chair, savoring the crisp, cold air of Christmas Eve. This was her favorite time of the year, and being able to enjoy an outdoor. One particular bloke caught my eye. He had short blonde hair and he was toned without being ripped if you know what I mean. He had one of those short-cropped gym tops and I could see he had washboard abs. After the melee had died down, he casually wandered over just to make sure I was OK. “Yes thank you, I’m good to go now I think,” I said. “Good. Don’t worry about this lot, they’re a good bunch.” “Ah yes, I’m sure, I was just a bit overwhelmed.” He looked at me, or I should say – he looked at.