Robin saw the bus four blocks away, hissing down on a curb. She leaned against a light pole and let her palms slide up over her T-shirted tits. The nipples expanded immediately, pressed hotly against her palms. The sensation seemed to be wired to other parts of her body. Her ears glowed and between her legs.

"Oh Jesus Christ…" she breathed, taking her hands away.

She got on the bus.

Steve's apartment was at the back of an old house on Trumble Street.

Robin saw the yellow jeep parked in the alley and knew she must be at the right place. She knocked lightly on the pane of the door. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to peek inside. It looked dark. She tapped again. Nothing. But the knob turned in her hand and she pushed it open and went in. Funny smell. Like leaves burning.

"Steve?"

"Huh?" There was a lump in the bed that moved a little. She saw his tousled blond hair.

"Hey, it's me. Robin!" She stepped across his clothes in the middle of the small room. "It smells funny in here. Like something's burning."

"How ya doing, Robin?" Steve's voice sounded blurred, heavy.

Robin looked down at his handsome face, the wideset, blue eyes. Funny but she'd never thought of Stevie being handsome before. Robin felt a sudden urge to kiss him, to beg him to come back home. Instead she pounced on his belly with her knees and grabbed at his wrists.

"You must think you're smart," she laughed, "just because you got a place all your own now."

"Hey come on…!" He twisted away but she had a knee on his belly still, pinning his shoulders. He grabbed her middle with both hands and tried to shove her over. Robin laughed and hung on, but Steve was waking up now. He was laughing tickling her hard.