There was nothing else I can say about it. The girl was insatiable. She’d call me just about every day, and at all hours of the night. “I’m coming over.” Always a statement, never a question. But I don’t care, because sex with her is incredible, and we’d go for it into the early hours of the morning. There are plenty of days when I’m surprised that I can stay focused at work, because some nights I don’t sleep. Days like this one. My feet began to hurt, so I sat down on the curb. If there was one thing I hated, it was waiting. I hate missing the beginning of a movie; I’d rather not see it. And it was getting dangerously close to that time. I looked at my watch; it was 8:05. The new Denzel Washington movie was going to start in five minutes and there was still no sign of Vanessa. I’d already checked my voice mail; there was no message from her saying she’d be late or wasn’t coming. Slowly, but ever so surely, I was coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t gonna show up at all.
