He was wrong, but Taeko held her tongue. She wanted to hear the way that he felt about it and what he wanted. His hair had her attention again for the... moment, the way that the errant curls peeked out at her with their golden tips. She was having thoughts that caused her to wonder what it would feel like to touch it for a moment. To her, the hair of most westerners was fine and soft to the touch. She was about to give her head a little shake as she caught herself, but then he raised his head to. ”“I don’t know about that.” I almost bashfully replied, looking away.“When we first met, a lot of the language you used with me could easily have been construed as flirting.” Mira informed me, no doubt looking straight into my eyes. “It was only when we started prying into your life that you adopted a more casual tone with me.”“Shit, really?” I replied, sitting up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”“I know.” she nodded. “It seems like your normal personality. It makes sense that you’re promiscuous. You. As usual, like an addict not knowing when to stop I lay there torturing my sexless manhood by drinking in the images of wonderful couples who had taken the time to display their most intimate moments to the world. Couples who had everything in life I so desperately wanted but knew I would probably never have because of my lack of get up and go, my anxieties, my self-doubt and fear.Several hours later, I still lay there reclining against the headboard on my bed, rubbing away more and more. . And you better put that thing away. Here comes the boss." Oh, shit," Zack said, rolling off the counter and hitting the floor with a thud. He had just gotten back on his feet when Holly's stepfather and another man walked in looking rather angry."Holly, I'm through with your attitude!" he shouted. "You deliberately moved Beany's truck and trailer so the boys couldn't take it back to the shop. Why?" What?" Holly said alarmed. "I didn't move her!" Oh and I suppose you weren't the one who left.