#8735 - She came over and tilted her face up to meet mine. But I decided the move would be obvious and too self-serving (I prefer to live in a world where the courtesy of the man-code is extended to even one’s enemies and romantic rivals) We walked and talked and soon we were hungry, we agreed to get some take-out food, and then she said: “If I take you to my place, you have to go in quickly, you can’t be seen” I considered protesting, was she ashamed of me? “Are you kidding?” She said, “It’s my landlord, they know my parents, and the Douche-Nozzle” (Note: she didn’t call him the Douche-Nozzle, but I don’t want to humanize the turd by even giving him a made up name) We arrived after dark with a bag of Chinese food and, as instructed, I slipped into her place. In one motion I cupped one of them in my hand as my mouth dropped to meet it.