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but the tears hadn’t stopped.
    “Now I’m a cautious man by heart, which is why I’ve done all of this. I certainly don’t plan on leaving life anytime soon. I’m having far too much fun believe it or not dating you, but just in case now you have everything you need to be secure with or without me. I want to make it very clear that there are absolutely no strings attached to any of this. I could get out of this taxi right now and never be seen by you again and none of what I’ve given you would change.”
    At my words her hand clutched onto my knee, as if to ensure that I’d stay in the cab and by that one action she unlocked yet one more part of my heart that I had thought was completely shot away.
    “I do have one request as to what you do with your money. I want you out of your apartment and neighborhood as of tomorrow! I will help you move.”
    She nodded in response. Time passed by.
    “I don’t deserve any of this.” She whispered.
    I felt her slimly muscled shoulder under my hand and squeezed, “That makes two of us. Money being as rare as it is in life to us at times has never been as rare in my life as simply having a good time. Anna you’ve given me nothing but a good time and I’m very grateful for every moment of it!”
    Her hand drifted across my chest to rest over my heart as the diamonds mixed in with the peridot stones on her bracelet winked reflecting off of the street lights.
    “You don’t ask for much.” She said softly.
    “I’ve learned to be content with what I have as tomorrow can always get worse rather than better in the pursuit of more.”
    We were at her building and I escorted her inside. She opened her door and started to say something, but did a double take look at me.
    “You’re bleeding!”
    I glanced down to see that my coat had fallen open and the wound on my side had bled out past the bandage onto my shirtfront.
    “Oh it’s alright, nothing to worry about.”
    She practically dragged me into her apartment, which I noticed was as thread bare as I had expected it to be. She sat me down in a rickety chair and left to pull a case out of a drawer and then she was back taking my coat off. She paused at the sight of the double pistol shoulder harnesses I had on.
    “I never even guessed you had those on! How do I take them off?”
    I showed her how to take them off and she laid each of the guns carefully onto a nearby table with their harnesses and then she took my shirt off.
    I watched her eyes coast approvingly over the hard muscles revealed by the absence of my shirt. I may be short and on the slim side, but that didn’t mean I was a pushover.
    She focused in on the gash on my side getting onto her knees on the floor beside me.
    Her expression of concern grew stormy with passion, “What quack of a doctor botched up this stitch job?”
    My eyes danced away from her questioning gaze.
    “You did this!” She slapped my cheek none too softly and mumbled something under her breath.
    She left and came back with a needle and thread and to my surprise started re-stitching the wound shut. It stung, but it hurt a whole heck of a lot less than my attempt at closing it up had.
    Glancing at her work I commented, “It is quite apparent that you’ve had some experience at this.”
    She didn’t look up as she said, “I was well into the second year of my nursing degree when I got pregnant with Kevin. Things fell apart after that. My father disowned me and my family in general won’t have anything to do with me. It got worse after Kevin was born.”
    “Kevin’s father?” I asked softly prompting her.
    “I made a mistake. I thought there was something more there then there was. I was just another conquest to him. He wouldn’t have anything to do with me when I refused to have an abortion.”
    “Anna?”
    She glanced up, “He’s the one that made a mistake!”
    She glanced down back at her work as she finished up. “Thank you, but I was very foolish and I made a poor decision