A small trickle of blood peaked out from below the band. I wasn’t fazed. The bra fell away with the ruined blouse as I grabbed the back of her skirt... and tore it open to her waist and in an instant I had a hold of her panties and was yanking to tear them free. The panties gave way at the waistband, first the right side and then the left leaving her with the tattered remains of her skirt and her stockings. I was a little disappointed actually. The stockings were held up with a bit of elastic at. So what? Do you think things should have turned out differently?”“Now you’re trying to fight dirty! You know I don’t do those ‘change the past’ questions very often because you can’t change the past, and if you could, you have no idea how things would have turned out. I learned about those in my logic class. It’s called ‘Hypothesis Contrary to Fact’, and is, effectively, unfalsifiable, so you can predict any outcome you wish without being able to prove it one way or the other. The only. "He shook her cool, delicate hand. "Likewise," he said. "Please call me Scott, when people use 'Mr. MacIntyre' it makes me nervous."She smiled, "If you'll call me Simone." Agreed." The office gossip was right about you." I'm afraid to ask," he said."They said you were big," she replied. "Do you have the keys?" I do." I had the city planning department e-mail me blueprints. I'd like to see how they match with reality."She returned to her car and bent to retrieve the printout from the passenger. “What? I don’t know”.“Well you must think about something? Do you think about the page three girls?”“Sometimes, sometimes not”.“Do you ever think about me?”“No”.“Why not, is there something wrong with me?”“No”.“Then why don’t you think about me?”“I don’t know. Because you’re nice”.She smiled and bowed her head, “That’s sweet but silly. Even nice girls like to be thought about”.“Even when I’m..., you know”.She raised her eyebrow and said. “Especially then”.“I know older men want me but it’s nice.