They sat [bad word] the night. In an empty apartment. 3 older gentlemen came inside. And they brought wine and cards and chocolate. And Joey smoked on a cigar and came back in. ..So you think he..s something special do you men?.. 

 He stared through hard, cold insolent eyes. Turned his gaze with her. Fear hidden quite secure under blank features. [bad word] middle she sat unashamed. She read his judgement on his concerned face. With slight sarcasm He addressed Her case. Is it too much to ask to know about your lover..s name?

 He Is no one. He is a stranger I met on the Street. He never touched me. You..re all I need. And Will ever need.

 But his eyes won..t be almond like yours nor blue like mine with all the sins of the world in the Iris. There..s no false blood. But you WILL love him. He..s from Gold Gardens. Our help before Atlas was ever born.

 He is No one. He is no one. 

 They sat through the night........