One of Richie’s dress shirts.One-item means no undies, a fact of which Walker is achingly aware.Like tonight. I’m wearing one of my ex’s shirts,... the tails hanging down to my knees. I’m standing at the sink, washing our dinner dishes. We’d polished off the last of Mindy’s saffron polenta and I’m cleaning away the evidence.Walker comes up behind me, his hands on my waist. He’s so tall now, well over 6 feet. He bends down to nuzzle my neck. Decision time. I say, “Hmm.” This signals it feels right. Her voice sounded so high and cute (most times I hate when girls do that 'little girl' voice, but hers was real and I fuckin' melted on hearing it). I smiled and told her midnight. She checked her watch and said Goodnight. Little Rose and her friends walked out the front door and I started breathing again.I closed the doors at about ten after twelve, and got back to closing up the shop. I had cranked up some Nine-inch-nails, and was mopping the floor when I heard someone banging on the glass.. ” “Oh, dream on, it’ll be months before you get into that virgin’s knickers!” “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure…” “Don’t tell me, wait, is that where you’ve been tonight? I thought she ran home?” “A gentleman never tells,” smirked Steven. “Yeah, right, I bet you didn’t even kiss her! You just listened to her crying about Jack and walked her home.” “How much you wanna bet?” Grinned Steven. “No way did you fuck that virgin!” “Maybe not but she gave me a helping hand.” “I doubt that, c’mon, I. I'm guessing you didn't check your rings?" No, damn it, I forgot again. Not actually forgot, but it never occurred to me that I should. Why am I the only one who never thinks of that?" Well, considering last nights dream and the importance of it, I would think you would be paying more attention. By the way, there is another possibility for why you didn't notice your ring sooner in that one." What's that?" I asked, intrigued."Jimmy, that dream was so far removed from one of your normal dreams.