She opened the fridge and eyed its contents critically, checkingmy earlier purchases off verbally. "Beer. The right brand. And twosix packs should ...e enough for now. I assume there's more in thegarage." "Yes, love." "And wine. White and red." She closed the doorand went to the counter where bottles were lined up. "Whiskey, vodkaand rum. All brand names. None of that cheap stuff. Good. And mixersto go along with them. I assume there are lemons and limes in theproduce drawer of the. Oh my God, is that what he's doing? I stopped, didn't remove my hands from there respective places though, and looked over, and I mean really looked. There was a distinctive rhythm to his movement that could mean only one thing."Are you jerking off?"Davey screamed and was up off the bed so fast that he forgot to put things away and there, right in front of me for the first time, was a man's erect penis. I could only stare at the length of it, I mean from now on I was going to have to find. I'd been here for over 23 years, and he for just over 25. Both of his kids were in Sydney, as was Patrick. And Sarah? The CSIRO wanted him at Black Mountain. The Museum wanted me. I was now 54, he was only a bit younger. Here we'd get older and greyer. Should we move? All four of us?I walked in on an over-excited Weena."Patrick called! He spoke with Sarah! My baby's okay!" I spoke to him, too." And she'll call soon! What should I say to her?" 'Hello', might be a good start." I got a bottle out. In fact, it hurt a lot. Especially in my youth, I had been quite a bastard at times, but I had always been an honest bastard. I had never broken somebody’s relationship nor had I ever strayed.This time, it took a moment for my words to sink in, but once the older agent looked at me and nodded, the message in his face was clear. Sometimes there just were no winners.It was that same evening when the agents drove me to the hospital. Sean would be transferred to a high security hospital early the.