After the first time I had a much better mental picture of their placement. There were no dogs either but there was a car. The headlights came into v...iew before I heard anything. Thankfully they were not directly pointed at me and I had just long enough to throw myself behind a nearby car. The car went by without a second thought of how much trauma it had just inflicted. I somehow managed to get to Desma's without further incident and without my heart exploding from the constant stream of. Just as fast as that smile grew, it faded. “But you left me.”I was feeling her feelings. I felt like an asshole.“I know. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”“You should be! You had just …” She leaned closer. “You had just taken my virginity, you know.”“I don’t know what to say Ronnie. You deserve better than that.” I looked down and my feelings of guilt came roaring back.She didn’t say anything for a moment. We both thought back to the pool and the last few minutes we had spent. So around midnight Peter and I went home, but first to my place so Peter could call a Taxi to take him home.We stumbled through the front door and to the living room and there to my surprise Tracey was still up watching TV.Peter said to Tracey ' Hello Tracey how are you? ' Fine Peter and you' said Tracey.I rang Peter a taxi but was told we had an hours wait, I told Peter this and he said that was fine.Tracey went to the kitchen to make us all a coffee, more to sober up Peter and me.We were all. “You still respect me?”“Yes, really.”“Really really?”“It’s not just prostitutes that do that. Heck, they charge way extra, I hear. When your girlfriend does it, it’s perfect.”“A gift.”“Yes.”“So a lot cheaper than a prostitute.”We laughed and she said, “I plan to get lots of practice.”“I have no objections to that plan.”She giggled and said, “Now don’t you have to make us breakfast?” A year and a half later I had just finished up some emergency work for an easily startled client who had a passel.