Gavin looked between them, frustrated. The last thing he wanted was to have one uncomfortable conversation, and now there was the potential for two. S...truggling to keep his voice even, he held out his keys. ‘Do you mind waiting for me upstairs? I’ll just be a second.’ His hand remained outstretched without Marta moving. ‘It’s really important,’ Marta said plaintively. ‘Okay,’ he said, clenching his jaw. ‘I’ll be right up, I promise.’ She rolled her eyes and took his keys, throwing a sharp look. As I neared the restrooms Sergio stepped out. There was no one anywhere in sight outside the two of us. He stopped and asked me how I had been and I said, “great, what about yourself?” He said he was doing well and that it was good to see me. Right beside where we were standing was a door. I had no idea where it went but I turned the handle and it opened into a large janitor closet which was mostly empty other than a few large boxes. I turned back around and looked at Sergio, grabbed him by his. Mostly, it was her talking and me listening. I knew more about the guys at the apartment complex than anyone, secrets I never disclosed. Why Amy found me to be such a good soul to trust in, I never knew. I often wondered what she might be telling others about me.We agreed to meet up at a local bar.“What about your husband?” I inquired after we set up our date.“He’s an asshole,” Amy replied. “He’s on a business trip to Bermuda.”Amy went on to tell me that their marriage was on the rocks and that. Me: Oh god, I hope I can hold off.Jerome: You better slut, or you will not get this dick.Me: Okay, I will manage. Can I ask about condoms?Jerome: What about them?Me: Can you wear them when you have me? I am not on the pill, and I don't want to get pregnant.Jerome: I don't really like wearing condoms.Me: Oh please. My husband has had a vasectomy, and it would be hell if I were to get pregnant.Jerome: Okay, but you will have to make it worth it for me.Me: I will, I promise.Jerome: Fine, you can.