Richard
Thunder booms.
A bolt of lighting strikes. The rain pours heavily.
It's midnight. I can't sleep.
I should be in bed but I'm pacing my living room, a glass of vodka in my hand. Thought that would help but I still can't sleep. I'm thinking about her. I'm thinking about the weird kiss. It might have been weird but it was wonderful. Her lips tasted wonderful. So wonderful that I can't sleep. So wonderful that a grown man like me is pacing the living room, thinking about a girl. Fantasising about a girl.
The doorbell rings.
The woman to blame for my insomnia and late-night drinking is standing at my doorstep, soaking wet. Ruby Thorn.
"Please don't tell me you rode a bike in the midnight rain." I frown. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I can't sleep!" She sighs. "I can't stop
