Maybe he was psychotic. It had happened before. Esmeralda. She had a beautiful name. A beautiful soul. His fingers tingled with the memory of touching...her face. Soft skin on her cheeks, the slight ridge of a scar on her forehead, pliant lips, heat from her neck. "I shouldn't have said anything," he had told her. "No, you shouldn't have," she had agreed. But he had. How could he not? Eleven years would pass before he woke again. She would be in her late forties. The barely noticeable silver. "Jess," he whispered as he passed out.The first sound Rollie heard was a steady beep, beep, beep. I know that sound, he thought as he fought to regain consciousness. Yeah, that's a hospital monitor. Is that where I am? Rollie tried to open his eyes and when he couldn't, tried to sit up.He wished he hadn't moved. The sharp, shooting pain in his side almost made him pass out again. His thoughts were fuzzy and it took several seconds before he remembered being shot. Abruptly he remembered Jess.. Randy and I stayed butt naked for the rest of the night, through dessert and a few of hours of poker with the ladies.Later I found myself back in the pool with Randy after the ladies had gone to bed. Not knowing at the time what a bottom or a top was or even how to begin to approach the subject when talking with someone, I stood thigh deep in the pool with a massive erection pointing toward the Libra constellation and asked Randy one simple question: "So what's all this talk I hear?" Well I,. Kirk and I made our way to the pub and found a nice big booth. While waiting for the others to arrive, we ordered drinks and food. Non stop chatter the whole day between us, it was almost like we had known each other forever. Slowly, people started to arrive. Dianne, Trisha and Heather were the first to arrive. Then Jim and his wife Trixy; Jennifer and her partner Lilly, and Jason. After proper introductions, drinks were ordered and the real party began. The pub reminded me of home: Friendly.