In his room, Billy dropped the duffle on the floor, took off his uniform coat and tie and unfastened his collar. He turned to look at Patty, held out ...is arms, which she ran into and said, “It is so good to be home and soooo good to see you.” He squeezed her tight in his arms and she snuggled against him in an attempt to get even closer. He looked down at her somewhat amazed at how much he actually missed her. As he leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek she unintentionally turned. The buzz of a fan in the middle of the room hurtled hot air in their direction. A port-a-potty stood in the back corner. “Where did Josh go?” “Bathroom. He’s probably giving himself a pep talk.” “Bathroom?” Her gaze rested on the back corner again. “The port-a-potty?” The tinkling of the beer rushing back into the bottle made her turn back to him. He swallowed, raising and tilting the bottle toward the back. “That’s ours. We live here.” “You.... live here?” Nothing but a fan in ninety-plus. Out of the neighborhood, right on Medlock Bridge Road to Old Alabama Rd. But, Old Alabama was backed up and judging from the multiple sirens I heard, gonna be awhile. Instead, I went on up and took a right on State Bridge Rd, heading over to Gwinnett Place Mall. As I crossed the Chattahoochie, I entered wonderful city of Duluth. Ga. Being a good driver, I double checked my speed to make sure I was below the posted 45 speed limit.As I started across Peachtree Industrial Blvd, the Duluth cop. Presumably, my son had another mail id with a pseudonym. I felt curious. I was alone at home, so I went to his room, started his computer and connected it to the net. I opened the particular web page given in the mail id; typed the mail address and the password in the login box before hitting the login key. The screen flickered for a moment, and slowly the mailbox opened, welcoming Hothamburger.My guess was right; the mailbox was full with erotic mails. I could not find even a single subject.