The thunderous rumbling of a busted exhaust pipe disturbs another Gamecube binge on a rainy autumn night. Is she ever gonna get that fixed? Makes that Altima sound like a 1930’s car. I know too well by now the tapping of the steps coming up the stairs. Rushed and soft, just like her knocking on my door. 11:00 pm. “Just got off work” –says she. Like any other night in which she came to only 'chat', we end up naked on the carpet, I’m on top of her, my hands laying siege on hers, holding tightly, thrusting wildly. We wear each other out like teenagers in heat; I want another round. Stamina depletion: complete. I ask her to stay the night. I wanna sleep by her side, her body next to mine. I wanna hear the little sounds of her breathing, feel that she is mine. Like any other night in which she came to only 'chat', she replies: "Someone is waiting for me”.