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I Don’t Want to Know Your Name

“What? You’re saying you are crazy?”

“Hey, pal. Crazy people make the best lovers.”

It was my turn to chuckle, “Touché. My name is....”

“I don’t want to know your name.”

I leaned back in the chair. “You don’t want to know my name?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I want to have a conversation with you, and whatever happens after that is up to you. My boyfriend broke up with me, and I just want someone to talk to without any strings attached. Whatever happens is what happens. Don’t put too much into it.” She smiled. “Besides, isn’t a little mystery what makes things interesting?”

Amber’s Panties

New York is famous—make that infamous—as a city where most people don’t know their own neighbors. That’s really not as prevalent a situation as the legends would have you think, but it’s true that, in the three years I’ve been in this particular building, I still haven’t met all seven of the neighbors who have apartments on my floor.

But I met Amber—and her panties—the day she moved in.

Hard, Cold and Yellow

Henry thought, asking aloud, “Where did you hear about me?”

Again Robin played coy, refusing to tell him. “A friend,” was all she’d say. “Do you want to get it on or not? What I heard is that you’re excellent at making love. I want to see for myself. Are you going to give me a chance to find out if I’ve been fed good information?”