“I met her when we were sixteen and she was drawn to me for some reason. She lived with her Grandmother. We were both kind of messed up and just sta...rted hanging out together. Once we started dating, she talked me into staying in school, to make a future. We made some bad choices... drug issues, other people, shit like that, but she kept coming back and hooking up again. I just couldn’t stop seeing her. And here we are.””That explains the tattoo,” Ed said.”What are you talking about?” I. The hours were short, the workload small and the pay was great but you hated your boss as she always singled you out for staring at her tits, even though all the other employees did it too! After you got fired for stealing wine bottles (which you totally did!) you sat in the livingroom binging every show you knew AND had already seen for 12 hours straight everyday for 2 months, just trying to distract yourself from the bad feeling you got in your chest every time you thought about the state of. ‘She’s a friend,’ Matt said, ‘not a girlfriend. I already have the only girlfriend I ever want.’ ‘Is that what I am?’ Mary asked. ‘Your girlfriend?’ ‘You’re my lover,’ he said, ‘and you always will be, I hope.’ Mary looked at him. ‘You’re sure you don’t want to try dating girls your own age instead of an old lady?’ she asked. Matt kissed her again. ‘You sure didn’t act like an old lady last night,’ he said. Mary felt herself blush. ‘You’re impossible, you know that?’ she giggled. ‘Yeah, I guess. I wished I was nude. She hummed appreciatively."You have to stop now, or this may get really out of hand." I don't mind." I countered."I do sweetie. Andy, I am loving this new dimension to our relationship," she turned to face me, "but it is incredibly fragile. Don't fuck it up! Or let me fuck it up!" she was very earnest. "I feel so, ... on the edge, as if I may decide suddenly that I have to stop this forever. I don't want to." Her hand came up to cup my cheek. My hands had stopped their.