It’s a mundane job without a doubt, but I’m hoping to move up into a proper research role in a year or two. But now, I had nothing to look forward... to but three weeks of rest, relaxation and house work.I didn’t even realize my glove had torn on the lip of the container, I only noticed when a drop of cold liquid dripped onto the skin underneath my thumbnail. Quickly, I finished screwing the flask cap in place, then went to the sink and washed my hands in alcohol. I quickly inspected my hand, no. KC is a bit disheveled and smells like..., wait, what were my sister and Xiu doing in the backseat? No. No, I do not want to know. We walk back to the car with our alcohol. The girls get in back giggling. I say to myself, 'Drive, play music and don't look in the rear-view mirror.' Like a mantra I say to myself, 'I don't want to know, I don't want to know, …, etcetera.' I drive until we get to the hotel in Las Vegas. We pile out of the car and head to the registration desk. Xiu still wears her. "Yes, soon I hope because I have not been fucked for nearly a week," said Susan feeling bad about her involuntary abstinence from sex.Geraldine saw her chance to get Susan to suggest a night out, "A week, I have not had it for about six years," but then blushed slightly when she realised what words had left her lips."Yeah but you are not interested in sex are you Gerry?" said Susan although she did not mean it to sound as biting as it did.Geraldine was a little bit hurt by the comment but bit. Money came. They threw it; rolled it; pushed it carefully down the wire of her bodice between the softness of her breasts. Her dancing: all relationship, all expression. Freedom. Just like waking from siesta, when it was over it was over. She stopped. Refreshed herself from the bar, grabbed her shawl. Was gone.Out into dying heat and falling light. Across cobbles and into the back of a tram. Black bodice; purple voile; dark legs, the shawl wrapped around her head as if in confession. A sense of.