I stayed with the ladies for as long as I possibly could, which meant ten o’clock. They have to be in the hostel by ten thirty or they get locked out, so I guess ten thirty is going to be my curfew too. Suits me just fine because what would I want to do after they were gone anyway? Nothing. We sat on the beach, watched people, left the beach. We walked up and down Crystal City’s streets, watched people. We all got hungry at the same time, so I told Molly that if she could take me to the best veal Parmesan sub in town then I was buying. I don’t exactly have money to burn, and still need to budget while figuring out longer-term plans, but real hunger is a powerful influence on a guy. And squiring not just one but two nice ladies around town is an influence no man should want to resist. It was a pretty good veal Parm. Molly had meatball, and Stacey had steak and cheese. We went back to the beach, full and slow. We sat, we watched people again, and then it was ten.
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