He pulled out a cell phone.Fuck, he's going to call the cops. I'll be arrested and everyone will think I'm a pervert. I didn't want to do this—I was... doing it for Karl.To my surprise he didn't call the police. He started filming me.I jogged by and I smiled at him, straightening to make sure my tits thrust out before me. Why did I do that? The man grinned at me like I was a piece of meat that he wanted to consume. He didn't see me as a human being at all."What a whore," he muttered as I ran past.. After about six months her calls dwindled to virtually nothing. I didn’t know whether to be happy at this or sad that she finally may have moved onwards herself. I missed her. Badly. I knew I couldn’t live with her as an alcoholic whose actions regularly became utterly irresponsible after heavy drinking, but I still wasn’t sure myself how I was going to live my life without her. Even as time passed, the hole in my heart never refilled and the wound refused to scab up, let alone begin to heal. His hand hovered over his change. He only had two quarters there. Finally, he tossed his cards into the middle, along with a comment I won't repeat.Jimmy got off the bed and went to the door. "Hi, Coach," he said after opening it. The coach walked into the motel room. I tried to look thoughtful as I tossed in thirty-five cents. Then I smiled as fakely as I could and tossed in another quarter.Larry studied me, then tossed two quarters of his own.Mike didn't hesitate. He flipped a fifty-cent. "Will the cafe where we met be alright? It's only five or so minutes from here at the bottom of the hill." Yes, surely. Perfect. I stop there often. It's just teatime, isn't it? Well, most times are teatimes, I always say." She realized that she might be rambling a bit but she felt wonderful at the moment and was not going to lose this feeling soon if she could avoid it.Each of them was soon pouring from their own pot of tea. Sharing a plate of scones with jams and marmalade on the table. No.