" Max triumphantly typed another command on the keyboard. The laughing skull and crossbones disappeared from his screen and were replaced by views fro... the network of cameras that made up his elaborate surveillance system. The last several hours had been tortuous as Max battled an unknown intruder who had taken the security system hostage. The intrusion had occurred right around the same time that his phone warned him that a break-in was occurring at the Three Crosses Rehab Center. All attempts. I failed to move or say anything for a few seconds as our eyes stayed together and she smiled, but then I nodded and calmly walked back.I turned away again and went to the register. "Wow, I'm speechless. Is going to give me a big tip, or ask me out? I can't ask her out, but it seems like she is laying the groundwork for something to go down," I explained before I pulled out the receipt. "I guess I'll find out shortly. She has definitely been flirting, so anything is possible."I nonchalantly. He decided to head down into the den and see what his dad and his friends were up to.His father's house was large. Between his father's work as an investment banker, and his mother's nursing money, they had a very large house. 6 beds, 5 baths, one of which was a large bath/shower/hot tub combo built off the den in the lower level of the house. It was 'no one' person's bath, it was a shared bath, and his parents had been very clear that anyone could share the bathroom.Usually Stephanie had. We broke up because he was sexually repressed and I was twenty and just wanted to fuck all the time. He was also a Scientologist but I didn’t really care about that. I was mostly just surprised that any Scientologists lived in Boston. I thought they were all in L.A. Turns out there are Scientologists everywhere, even Florida.Anyway, when Laird told me we were going to a techno show I got really nervous and sweaty.“Why are you all sweaty?” Laird asked, wiping sweat off my forehead with his.