"FWLS62" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Yeah," I agreed, finishing off the coffee. "I've really
gotta get moving, though. Thanks for the idle chatter."

"Hey, stick around awhile," she protested. "I've just
started to get to know you. You seem nice enough."

"You don't know me, lady," I said.

"We can correct that," she said. "Come on, let's go to my
apartment. My coffee can be trusted."

I protested with myself. Not tonight, we've already called
out the red and whites once. Just walk away and ignore her. Of
course, it wasn't going to be. That just wasn't possible.

"Okay," I said. "My apartment, though. And I promise that
I have the finest 100% pure Columbian java in existence."

"Yum," she said. "You lead the way."

*

I ought to turn a corner and lose her, so I could go home
and get some rest. She was too groupie-like, just looking for a
nice guy to bang and then go home in the morning, like quite a
few others I've dealt with over the years. They all ended up the
same though, with the happy little medics swarming over them,
usually not able to put Humpty Dumpty back together again. Then
it was time to file the forms and that would be that, I'd move
on.

This one was so willing it hurt to look at her. Very
blatant in her desires, the twentieth sentence out of her lips
suggesting a quick trip behind closed doors. It was sad. Some
people only live for one thing. Well, I do, but not that thing.

"So what do you do for a living?" she asked, sipping out of
her thermos.

"This and that," I said. "Odd jobs. Kind of random, just
whatever happens to walk my way. And you?"

"That and this," she said. "Kind of the same deal. It's
fun, isn't it, being aimless? Always on the go, always with a
different job. Different stuff to do. Occupies the days and
keeps you active."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Active."