"Cold, damp, cardboard boxes of old textbooks, all hard surfaces?"Cold, damp, cardboard boxes, old mattresses," I answered."Giant rats?"Those were the... hors d'oeuvres. You missed them by about half an hour."She glares and jabs me in the ribs with her fingertips. "I'll go pee first."I dash for my room to collect a few items. Condoms: check. Lube: check. A couple antibacterial handiwipes from my last airline flight. Handcuffs? excessive. Pillow? Too obvious. Guess I'm ready.I would have preferred. I feel uncomfortable having it happen so soon. It's the inevitable confrontation with my parents that I don't want to face."Rachel finds the marshmallows, "Well, just tell them that they're not allowed to just barge in anymore."As they stroll outside, hand in hand, Sean agrees, "Good idea! Make them call first.... Hey Jeff! Got that fire blazing, eh, good buddy?"Grabbing some marshmallows, "Yeah, so what are you fine citizens talking about?" We're talking about the two of you possibly selling. I had finished my business meeting and stopped at Costa to finish my paperwork and do a few emails. I was sitting at a table for six people and was fairly spread out. I noticed a woman with her tray and looking for somewhere to sit. I collected my papers and offered a place to her at the other end of the table. She sat down and took her coat off. It was very apparent she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples stuck out like thimbles under her jumper. She sat down and after a couple of mins we made. She was a little younger than me, yet wittier and somehow more streetwise, able to conceal her emotions and keep her cool no matter how much I baited her. I had to tread carefully, we enjoyed a good working relationship which I couldn’t risk spoiling and I had wanted to be more sure that she felt the same about me before I made any kind of pass at her, but I’d left signs for her to decipher. And I’d read signs from her that I’d interpreted as reciprocation. That night I was too drunk to care.