’ He laughed softly along with her, simultaneously pleased and a bit embarrassed at her description. He’d never thought of himself that way, had ...not even considered that a possible aspect of his character. ‘But,’ he thought to himself, ‘it’s not a bad way to be I suppose.’ He smiled at the comparatively young woman, looking deeper into her eyes, and enjoying the depths that he saw there. Enjoying the silence, but feeling the need to say something, Justin asked ‘I take it that weddings aren’t. So... You gotta pay to fuck your girl on the premises now,” Lillian said.“Do I want to meet this ’Boss Man?'” I asked.“Don’t know. If you like stone-cold hustlers, maybe,” Lillian replied.I felt a vibration in my pocket. It was Daisy. It read:I’m in my dressing roomI drank the remainder of the soda, and paid Lillian for my drink and left her a generous tip.“Hey, Lillian... Thanks for the info,” I said, with a smile.I made my way quietly to her dressing room as stealthily as I could. I. " I could do with a shower." Marcus admitted."I wouldn't mind joining you either if I am being totally honest." He laughed and I couldn't work out if he was joking or not. Either way my stomach did a tipple over at the prospect of him being serious."I might let you." I said a quarter joking and three quarters serious.Marcus looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"What the hell was I doing? This was my mother's boyfriend and I was contemplating the ultimate betrayal. I obviously wanted. But that was the extent of that.I sat in my car and lit up a cigarette. I sat there smoking, side- saddle, the door open, my legs hanging down to the gravel, the dome light burning. I groped down in my pants with a purpose. Later, I absently pulled out a fresh cigarette and began rolling the end, shreds of tobacco blowing away with the breeze.One of the previous owners of my car had installed an under-the-dash 8- track deck. I'd even bought a tape for five cents at the D.A.V. thrift store, but.