I hate to cut this short but I’m hiding from Melissa in my bathroom because she is very nosy about what you’re texting me. I wish I could say I sy...mpathize but Andy works Tuesday through Saturday so I never get bugged by him much when I get home. Although he has been very nosy on his off days. I think he’s more stubborn than Melissa. Jackie giggles after reading that text. Maybe we’ll have to compare them on Saturday. By the way, what should I wear? Whatever you feel comfortable in. Just make. She heard the door creak open and saw the crack of light fall across the bed. A man’s voice whispered in, “Are you feeling any better, can I come in?” She answered back yea, recognizing the voice as her friend, Joe. He closed the door behind him and walked slowly to the bed, his eyes not quite having adjusted to the darkness in the room. He felt around on the bed, brushing lightly against Angela’s ankle as he tried to find a place to sit. As Joe’s eyes adjusted, he realized that her dress had. I had started to sense the looks of men in the background more and more, at work and beyond. I was settled into a job, I had been in for a few years, c***dren older, I was ready for a new stage in my life. I had settled for a partner a few years older than me but with a little money. People commented he was batting out of his league, but I liked that. I wanted his complete devotion. I wanted complete control. I started to feel I wanted more. More for my life. I liked the finer details; I was. He slides the edge of his saucer over the two dollars to keep the waitress at bay and watches, sliding his discount cigarettes out of his pocket, mourning briefly that he can’t smoke in these places anymore. But there’s no law against holding one, and so he slips one out of the pack, puts the rest away and strokes it thoughtfully under the table as he watches, the pad of his calloused thumb rasping over the paper seam between the filter and the tube, the tip of his deeply ridged nail digging.