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She had been watching him all evening. She had been watching the group of them really. She had been hoping he would be one left behind. She had taken to him almost immediately when she had started watching the group. He was merry by then, probably on his third pint. Sometimes he looked like his presence was incidental to the group but then suddenly he would join in the conversation leaning on the table as if proximity would lend weight to his words. Once he had his say he would have his say another couple times. She had taken to that too, she was always amused the way drunks thought their words interesting enough to hear a second or third time.
The group gradually thinned until... Read more...
Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.
“Well, are you going to tell us about it?” “You know, what happens on girls’ night stays on girls’ night.” “Thornton has already told us what happened so it is only fair to hear your version of the story."