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 Friday at the club: 8:30 pm

 I have started playing, I changed the tracks and scanned the crowd…I don’t know why but I am finding myself doing that in regular interval….I spot Alice and Dana on the dance floor all over each other, so is Mark and Christina. Clive brings on a bottle of beer for me…although I am not allowed I just have it….I was taking a break, when I noticed a lot of heads turning especially girls…I peeked out a little to see that Cherie Jaffe’s on the house with some guy but the eyes are not really on Cherie, they are on someone behind her; Shane. 

 And I can’t blame them. Shane’s hair got a little longer falling on her face, hiding her eyes. She’s wearing a white t-shirt and a white botton-down dress shirt over that…and a black blazer. God! the left part of her shirt collar is a bit uneven, I fight the urge to rush to her and smooth down her collar and pull her down on a passionate kiss. She takes a look at the room, it feels like she’s looking at everyone except me. Her big green feminine eyes and her firm masculine jawline, just the perfect proportion of femininity and masculinity…androgyny at its perfection….Shane’s beautifully handsome! I want her to take me right here! I can almost feel her slender fingers over my tattoo, across my hips….I finish the rest of my beer still lost in my fantasy. Meanwhile Shane has already picked up the girl or I should rather say the lady of her choice…because the women who was kissing (or would it be too harsh if  I say chewing on Shane’s lips)  like she was a steak of meat of at least in her late thirties. 

 I feel Clive sneaking up on my shirt…and I let him…I grind against him with all my might until I catch Shane looking at me…when she sawing me looking she retired to the bathroom. It was soon time for me to return to my work..break’s over!

 I was changing the tempo of the song…when I saw Shane leaning against the bar. And bad thoughts filled my mind…if only I could kiss Shane, feel those lips against mine…uff..go away…no more bad thoughts…