Sandra was jolted to attention and smiled back. She could see he had two sideburns and was handsome. The young hipster got up with his coffee, his smi...le, his dark swarthy euro looks and his sideburns and made his way to Sandra’s table. “Hi, my name is …blashmkmaaahhhhfff” said the handsome hipster as a stream of reddish brown vomit spewed out of his mouth on to the floor. “May I join you?” he asked, as if nothing odd had happened. “You just threw up and ralphed or vomited or puked.” Said. ” Cari emerged from the cupboard, holding up a couple of mugs. “Sorry I don’t have the proper stemware, but it’s already packed away. We’ll have to make due with these.” “Not a problem, I’m used to roughing it!” grinned Jen, taking the bottle of wine back from Cari and pouring it into the mugs. The trio clinked their glasses together and drank deeply. “Well, shall we get started?” asked Jen, and Cari led them into her bedroom. A couple of hours later, the three of them sat on the floor of. "How old are you?" I asked her."I'm 23 years old" she told me."And how did my assistant find you?"She hesitated a little bit, looking at first at me, and looking after at my hand holding her small trembling hand. She seemed to regain a little bit her control, now that we started discussing."I was working part-time at a Thai massage parlor downtown, where she comes weekly. Her massage ther****t, who's a friend of mine, wasn't available that day, so they called me to replace her. As soon as I. I can't. I've been true to him. I'm so sorry. Maybe I should go." No. No. It's OK, we shouldn't have been so bold," Veronica replied. "I'm the one who should be sorry. And you can't go back to that cold place," I stood there staring at her with tears and desire in my eyes. "Well I guess I'd better go to bed, OK?"That night didn't offer much sleep. My head was filled with fantasies and memories. My hands wandered over my chest as I recalled the summer after my sister Patty's freshman year in.