“Are you changing your mind about our relationship?”“No, but we should talk,” Bethany said. “It was one thing to try to get into her panties...; it’s a whole different thing to date her.”“Bethany!” Kathy said sternly. “You shouldn’t talk about her like that.”“Sorry, Kathy. You’re right. Steve, I’m sorry. Let’s talk later. Call me tonight, please.”“I will.”That evening I called Bethany. I wasn’t surprised when she immediately asked about Kara.“I’m in love with her. There’s no reason to hide it.”“In. . the doctors weren't done with me. The reconstructive facial surgeon was still trying to put my flattened and pulverized bones back together ... and there was this problem I had lower down.I scraped something important off on my way through the limo divider ... the sack was still there but the tubular portions were all not fucked up. I'd have said fucked up ... but until they were fixed ... I wasn't doing any of that.So ... my nemesis was back.The floor nurses ... in their infinite wisdom .... Art didn't open his eyes, instead choosing to fumble blindlybehind him with his outstretched arm. When he finally found it he liftedit close to his face, squinting though the haze of black eyelashes toread the text. He didn't recognise the number."Hey babe. It's Doyle from last night. The guys who's dick you had inyour mouth ;)," Art winced a little but carried on reading, "Last nightwas great. You've got a talent for it!!! But listen. I'm not looking fora girlfriend, yeah. Don't need the. You're making a fool of yourself. You should leave. I go to open the door to find you standing outside. I think you're waiting, so I mumble an apology and try to brush past. You say, "It's okay love" and you block my exit. Confused for a moment, you brush past me into the washroom and say, "I don't think you're done in here." Up close, you are even more gorgeous than I thought from across the room. Your eyes, smile, teeth--your face--are perfect. I half can't believe you're talking to me. From.