"May I?" he asked."Sure," I replied.He put a disk in the discman and pressed play. Aerosmith's Nine LivesAlbum started playing. I could see Cindy roll...ing her eyes from the rear-view mirror."I got you to wear dresses and makeup," Cindy said. "I need you to listento better music!" Nah," I said. I searched for in my memory. Who did she listen to in highschool? "Never gonna happen. Not going to get me to listen to BrittneySpears!" Who?" she said.Crap - wrong year! "New artist," I said trying to. She was not thin by any means but carried herself well. Her legs were shapely leading to full hips and a plump ass covered only by black silk panties. She wore a corset that gave her a sexy hourglass figure and pushed up her bountiful DD tits. On top of that she wore a flowered silk kimono. Kandy led me to the back room that was lit only by candle-light and had soft music playing. She knew how to set the mood. After taking care of business, she told me, “I’ll be right back. Get completely naked. Karen says he’s dreamy. I say he’s a nice guy and Miss Lisa really seems to like him. Miss Lisa is a great lady and is someone I would go to talk to with a problem.They are so happy. Then Miss Lisa was shot. I later learned more about that but I only knew she was shot and Mister Al was a hero. I liked him better than before. He said it was all about protecting Miss Lisa not doing anything heroic. He seemed to mean it. She was in church and teaching us Sunday after it happened on Wednesday. At. And no kid of my own.Of course, I did have my Sarah, which was kind of a faux-kid, I guess. I mean I could kinda pretend. But, in the end, nada.I wondered if the back stabber would be around like my faux-kid had predicted. And if she did come around what difference would that make. Well, again, not a damn bit because I did not tust her—at all!And, of course, there was Anna, a much better person, but by no means the looker that my ex was. And, did that make any difference. I had convinced myself.