"It was a cheering thought, but I wasn't in the mood to be cheered. "Maybe," I said gloomily. "But I don't quite see how that's going to work." Sugar,... what are you talking about?" she demanded."Look," I said, kind of piecing it together as I went. "The last thing that happened before you, uh, got hurt—" Before Walter the asshole ran me down, you mean," she interrupted."Yeah, before that. Well, the last thing that happened, with us I mean, is that you broke up with me, right? Because you didn't. He continued to stand and talk to me. His breath smelled so bad. H e was saying how he liked the way my nails were done. He was flirting with me. He then asked me to show him something so I went down the aisle with him and he purposely dropped something at his feet and asked if I could get it because he hurt his back so I did. While I was bent over he lightly set his hand on my ass and then pushed his pelvis up to my ass. I stood up fast and turned and handed him the item. He said thank you and. And we were sure you were another young couple starting a similar life journey.”“Oh, no sir, although Holly here is my best friend and I will love her forever. We did date for a bit, and although that did not work we are always going to be best friends. And I will always love her, even if not in that way. In that way we are more like siblings.”We chatted a bit more, and after wishing each other a good evening we all returned to the dance floor. This time the music had slowed down, and it was. "I know it is nothing. That's what I'm concerned about," she said."What?" You heard me! I expect your little date to go home happy, especially ifyou want to make yourself happy any time soon. Do I make myself clear?"she said with a raised eyebrow."Yeah, but I can't...I mean I'm not...I mean what do you expect meto..." I gulped."Oh Jesus, are you that dense!? A hand job should do it! You know allabout them! This will just be a different little dick and probably abigger one," she sneered.We got.