.Rick stares at me bleary-eyed and silent. Even half-asleep and hungover, Rick is the epitome of masculine power. Dark hair, blue eyes, 250 lbs of sol...d muscle packed onto a 6'4" frame. It's a real shame that the poor guy is dumb as a rock. That's actually why he's still here, living with Mom and Dad. He's two years older than me and was the town's great football superstar. Everybody swore he was going to be the next Drew Brees (I have no idea who that is... famous athlete or something) but. His head slowly lifted up to stare into the ceiling light, and he turned around. “I got another four hours here…”, he trailed off as he pulled the door closed behind him. It was new territory for me to climb down the stairs to the cellar. They led to a stark florescent lined hallway. Halfway down, were two unmarked doors. I tried them both, but they didn’t open. There was only one other door at the end of the hallway. As I opened it, I was surprised to see a lobby with glass windows painted. "Oh darn!" Tommie said, glancing up at the clock. "We'd better dash. I'm sorry, Jack--we never even got to that cake. How about if we come back and have dessert afterwards?"Fantastic, I thought to myself. "Sure, Tommie. Just grab your coat." I cleared the dishes, leaving them by the sink in her kitchen, and we headed out the door.Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring" was not my cup of tea, exactly. Imagine 100 musicians on stage, all angry at each other, all playing as if determined to piss each other. She opened the door immediately. She was wearing a pale green summer dress which accentuated her green eyes and came to just below the knee. She looked heavenly. She also had a small overnight bag in her hand."Just in case!" she said.By tacit consent neither of us mentioned the earlier conversation and we nattered away as usual all the way to the pub where we had a delicious light lunch. As we left I said:"What now, my love?" Oh, I'm not going back up to London yet." Come home with me then.".