. . we talked . . . things came easily. It wasn’t awkward like I had expected, rather it seemed that we were totally in tune to each others thoughts.... And so the night went on till finally the bar closed. It was the first time I felt awkward. Do I drop her to her hotel or ask her back to my place? But damn it I wanted her back at my place, in my bed. She solved all my problems by simply saying, ‘I really don’t feel like going back to the hotel.’ Well that was that. We quickly walked back to my. " Wow, my mind was reeling with thoughts of my being exposed in the clothing I was wearing and wondering if I could go through with it. I guess I could say that Mark was continuing on with our role play from the night before. Five minutes later Mark stood and said "Ready?" I didn't answer, just started heading for the door. We lived in a high rise in Boston on the 34th floor. I opened the door and stepped out into the corridor and turned to head for the elevator. 'I hope no one is in the. The news, he watched without real interest, another shooting in America, he thought, well they reap what they sow! The weather fore-cast said; windy and wet and tomorrow more of the same, He made his bed, the cramped little room slowly beginning to warm as the central heating got to grips with the cold of emptiness. He sat and allowed his mind to wander, it had been a hard year, he was on his own now, just Him and Barney in a house full of her ghosts, he had had to get away. The TV was his. The black Russians in particular were delicious after dinner. It was a new drink that Pete had picked up somewhere and consisted of half vodka and half Kahlua.Ann was at peace with the world. She hadn't minded when Carlos, had put his arm over the back of the seat and gradually let it down to rest across her shoulders.On one bump he let his hand slip down cupping her left breast, but she had quickly moved to keep it away, not certain if it had been an accident or not. It did bother her, and the.