“No. I guess not.” The doctor sat on the table, next to Diane. “I guess I’ve known you long enough, Diane. What is it?” A tear trickled down... Diane’s cheek. The doctor noticed it. “Diane, you can tell me anything. I’m bound to confidentiality. I’ve seen everything over the years. Please.” Diane was extremely embarrassed. She was reluctant to talk about sex even with her husband, let alone anybody else. “My husband’s unhappy,” was all she could bring herself to say. “Oh?” Diane didn’t say. (When I asked her name she said she'd get a new one when she was sold. After that I just called her "Virgin," just like she called me "Girl.") "She'll just lose all those 'friends' when they're sold." You can't be afraid to make friends just because you might lose them," was Lanti's soft reply. "Going through life friendless is no life at all."Virgin started to reply, but I interrupted. "Lanti?" I said."Yes?"I couldn't think for a moment. I'd interrupted because I didn't like it when they. Soon I was recovered. I could not believe what just happened and how much I enjoyed it. I loved how she was dressed, how she surprised me and most importantly I loved the pain she caused me.Soon we for the movie.I now knew what I was getting into and how hard it was going to be for me to match up to her skills.I had to come up with a plan and thought movie hall is the way to be.I was so so wrong.I could never imagine how crazy this shy girl was.The movie we decided to go was not really popular. We ride the bus together. She’s fun to talk to. Kitty works at an art studio. She’s really cool. The other day I had the bright idea of offering her my number and she took it, but didn’t offer hers. Translation? We’re better off as friends, buddy. Not interested. The funny thing is that now, she couldn’t contact me by phone even if she wanted to. The cell phone I’ve had for the past two years, the TELUS one, got smashed during Canada Day revelries in Gatineau. I went to the Saint Laurent Mall.