Adult Blogger: TOKYO PICKUPS here having a drink. What's there to say?" Before she could respond, Dan continued to play with her, looking around the bar area of the restaurant. "Where's Mr. Morgan? I'd like to say hello to him. It's been at least six months since I've seen him."
"He's not here. He's traveling this weekend," she said, too quickly. "I came downtown to do some shopping, and then met some girlfriends for a few drinks before I go home."
"Girlfriends?" Dan inquired, continuing the game and looking around the space where Mrs. Morgan had been standing. "I don't see any 'girlfriends.' Just that guy you were talking to." Dan nodded his head towards a kid about his age ¡V mid-twenties or so ¡V dressed up for a night on the town in black pants and a silk shirt. 'Probably a trader,' Dan thought. 'What a fuckin' shithead.'
"They're not here yet. They're coming soon."
Dan returned his gaze to Mrs. Morgan. "Really? I'm sorry, Mrs. Morgan. I thought you said you 'met' some girlfriends here. 'Met,' of course, implies past tense, something that has already occurred. Not something that is going to occur in the future."
Mrs. Morgan just stared at him. He could almost feel her hatred of him for intruding on her like this. "I meant I came here to meet them." She paused. "They're not here yet. They will be soon. In the future." She was mocking him. What a fucking bitch.
