I walk down the sidewalk. It’s night. In one hand I hold a glazed donut, the other some coffee.

“Did you see the girl behind the counter? She was stacked.” Tom asks. I ignore him. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Any man who claims he doesn’t check out a girls rack, especially a huge one like hers, is a liar.”

I keep walking. Cars approach from behind and I see my shadow.

“You should have gotten her number. I bet she’s a screamer.” He continues.

“Enough.” I yell. My voice echos through the night. No one hears me. “Enough.” I whisper.

“What, like you wouldn’t love to get a piece of that action.”

“I said enough.” I take a bite of the donut. It’s sweet and sticky.

“I’ll tell you waht’s sweet and sticky.”

“Do you ever stop?” I ask. I’m agitated. I take a sip of the bitter coffee.

“Do you? Stop to think about the possiblities I mean. Seriously, do you know what you’re missing by staying tied down to one girl who won’t put out.”

“She puts out plenty.”

“No she doesn’t. You can’t lie to me.” No she doesn’t. He’s got me there. “You haven’t gotten any action since you broke up with that crazy bitch over a year ago. She may have been crazy, but at least she was dynamite in the sack.”

“How do you…” Nevermind. Dumb question.

“Why don’t you let me talk to your girl. I’ll get her to open up.”

Another car passes and my shadow grows and shrinks before my very eyes. A giant one moment and nothing the next. I can relate. Tom is waiting for an answer. For the first time all night he’s stopped talking. It’s a momentary relief. For a moment, a brief lapse, I consider his proposal.

“You stay away from her.” I finally reply.

“Fine have it your way.”

He remains silent. I’m finally alone. I finish my donut and coffee in peace.