Whenever my parents spoke of my grandfather they referred to him in that manner, and I could indeed hear the quote marks around the words as they spok... them.Great-Grandfather McKesson was 'Bull' McKesson, and he, as was his father, were local legends and forces of nature in the region that included coastal North Carolina, having achieved the status of 'Captains of Industry' to hear Grandfather McKesson speak of it. And yes, once again there were unspoken but well understood quotes associated. There was already a big pick up truck parked by the picnic tables just idling with his headlights on. I pulled right up beside him and parked. As I looked over at him I could see him checking me out. He looked like he was in his forties. He had a trimmed grey beard and was wearing a trucker cap. I felt like he was totally into this so I got out of my car and slowly and seductively walked over to the concrete picnic table that was right in front of his truck. Since his headlights were shining. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said. My throat was scratchy, close to raw, it hurt to talk. “Water?” I asked, not thinking I would get some. The blackness was still thick, so I could see nothing, I never even heard footsteps, but then a straw poked me in the lips. I jerked my head in surprise, but then realized what it was, and I pressed my lips around the straw to drink, for one moment I thought about poison, that his was how they’d kill me, but the taste of the water blasted away. It will be alright.” I stretched out on bed and gradually fell asleep. I felt Sameer pulling up the bed sheet from below my legs to cover me up. He saw me rubbing my one toe on the other calf muscle to massage it. I didn’t know when I fell asleep. I slept fast and deep. I had not slept so well for many days.Sometime later, I felt pain easing in my legs. In half asleep state, I felt Sameer’s hands massaging my legs. He knew how to massage legs alright. He squeezed my calf muscles so deftly that.