APOV

New York is awesome! So many impressions on so little space. I think when you grow up and live in a little town, the impressions are potentiating enormously. Jack didn't lie when he said, that we'll have much free time, because the symposium usually ends at noon. And thanks to my personal tour guide, we use every free minute to explore the city. He drags me through the streets of New York and shows me the monuments. In the evening I fall seemingly dead into my bed and in the morning my bones hurt like hell. But who knows when I will get the next opportunity to visit this pulsating city.

After a very exhausting and stressful morning at the symposium, I come back to the hotel and when I close the door to my room behind me, I immediately take off my shoes and fling them across the room. Bloody torture devices! I go straight to the bathroom, draw a hot bubble bath and a short while later, I lie in the bathtub and enjoy the weightlessness of my body.

Well cinnamon bun, what are you currently doing? -C

I float a few inches off the floor and couldn't be happier right now. -A

Hardly in the big city and you're ALREADY TAKING DRUGS? -C

No, I lie in the tub and observe my body wrinkling and crumpling. I have to say, I'm a hot 80 year old! -A

You are also a damn hot 24 year old! -C

That's exactly the reason why I'll drag my ass to the first club that comes along tonight. Maybe I'll hook up with a New York hottie and move over here! The city is awesome! -A

Well then good luck because it's known that the New Yorkers cannot keep up with the Washingtoners! -C

We'll see, I'll message you tomorrow with the outcome. -A

In the afternoon, Jack and I are on tour again and spend our leisure time shopping and eating. My kids would tar and feather me, if I don't bring them something home from the big city. Of course Kate would too! I could imagine living here, because I never ever lived in a large city.

In the evening I stand in front of the bathroom mirror and try to arrange my hair and to dress up nicely, because I want to spend my last free night partying in the nightlife of New York City. Alone. Who would have thought that little Mrs. Steele develops such a self-confidence? It must be the place. You can feel the pulse of the city and you can't help it but fit in with the citizens. Nobody monitors or pigeonholes you, so you can do what you want. Especially without children. Even Jack noticed my transformation, because he said that he has to follow me to the club later to look out for me. José hosts an exhibition tomorrow night, so Jack and I will pass our time there on our last night in New York. I put in curlers and apply a little more make up than usual and also apply some hot smoky eyes. After that I rummage through my shopping bags to christen one of my new acquirements. It's a black mini dress. A really minimal mini dress.

An hour later I get going, hop into a cab and regret it shortly after. The cab driver is a slimy guy, whose eyes are popping out of his head with pleasure and who undresses me with his eyes.

"Well, sweety pie? Are you on your way all alone tonight? If you want I'll piss off early from work and do a pub tour with you", he says while licking his lips. Eeeeew!

"No thanks!", I answer disgusted.

"Come on, it would be fun!", he tries to persuade me one more time.

"How about you keep looking at the streets and stop bothering me?", I snap at him because I'm pissed off already.

"Calm down, babe! Look, we're already there!", he pronounces and I fish a 20 dollar note out of my bag before leaving the cab. But it would be too good to be true if that guy would leave me alone.

"If you'll look for a quick hot rumpy-pumpy tonight after all, you know where to find me!", he shouts after me and clicks his tongue. I turn around and look at him sharp-eyed. Then I go back to him and bend down to his side window.

"I'd sooner puke my intestines and snorkel in them than go have a drink with you!", I hiss through my teeth and go into the club Jack recommended to me. 'Damn, I need a drink ASAP!' I think to myself and mix with the other guests.

The club has dark burgundy walls and is just softly lit. When you close your eyes, you can drift like on the open water. Because there are a whole bunch of mirrors, the rooms appear much bigger than they are and the mostly indirect lightning accentuates the modern and shockingly expensive interior. Now and then there is a strobe effect on the dance floor, which is the icing on the cake. After I browsed around a bit, I sit down at the bar and order a shot, which I instantly toss back. Gosh, that burns, but it's good. I continue with three more drinks before I dare to go to the dance floor, to shake my ass to the beat. Hell, that's good, dancing away all the frustration from the last months.

On the dance floor I take a closer look at the fresh meat and I have to say that the New Yorkers are a pretty hot crowd. And the alcohol definitely takes more effect tonight, because I'm tipsy as hell - after just four shots. But that doesn't stop me from having fun, other than my feet, which are about to fall off any minute now because of the pain, so I thrust my way back through the mass directly to the bar. I begin to benumb my pain with a drink and observe the other girls in confusion, dancing in their high heels as if they're not feeling anything. That calls for a drink for their pain, too so I order another one.

NIIIIIIINE ...

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