He works mostly nights, and me days, so we typically only see each other in passing. It beats living in the guest house at my mothers. Please… there...��s also no other place I would rather be. He gave a key to me a few months back and asked me not to read into it. This gorgeous, sweet man who seemed to be making romantic, thoughtful gestures was fighting hard to ignore the feelings that had been blooming since the night we met. I complied for this complicated man once again and continued living. "Ta! Da!" He pulled out a metal rod about four feetlong. There was a small box at one end and what looked like a ping pongpaddle at the other."A metal detector," Rob said. "What the hell did you get that for?"Mark shrugged. "Curiosity, I guess. I've seen folks using them down alongthe beach. This thing was only five bucks, so I decided to see what it wasall about." For five bucks, are you even sure it works?" Emil asked."Pretty sure," Mark said. The guy at Durham's let me try it in the alley.I. Picking her up under her arms he sat Lauren off to the side and moved around to the back of the futon. With a quick pull of a lever and a bit of pushing on the back, the entire thing shifted to lay flat. Lauren groaned, un-happy with where this was going, but decided not to speak up since Jack kept his pants on. Jack hopped on the now fully flat futon and lay down completely with his legs towards the TV. He gestured for Lauren to hop on and after a small amount of protesting she did, placing. ”“OK X. Hello, Mrs. Newm ... Annie.”“Hello Claire. What are you two up to today?”“Mom. It’s kind of a secret for Cotillion,” I responded.“Well, all right. I will gather intelligence and we can reconnoiter later,” she responded.“Huh?” we both said to her in confusion.“Have fun you two,” she smiled and left.“I like your mom, Charles, she’s really neat,” Claire said with a grin.“Yeah, she’s kind of cool most of the time. When I can make sense out of what she’s talking about?”We went to the living.