Petrie was almost an invisible guy. I could honestly never remember having a proper conversation with him and can only imagine that any interaction we...may have had, was monosyllabic. His quiet demeanour sharply contrasted with my outgoing persona.By my final year in school I had outed myself. No, I wasn’t a screaming queen, but simply couldn’t be bothered playing the closet game any longer. There were a few guys who ribbed me from time to time. Their jibes, however, always fell flat because. ’ Kay nodded, holding her hands in her lap. She was scared, I could see it. The last thing I wanted. Then I saw a big boat coming, one of those day cruisers fishermen all hate. The skipper had her set at maximum wake, rich assholes all do that for some reason. I waited until the boat was within a hundred yards, tried to signal. The two women on the bow waved back to me, they kept right on going. I was going to fire a flare but it was daylight and by the time I decided to try, the boat was by. ”“Perfect. Thanks!”When 1:00 pm rolled around the next day, I arrived at the spa and was shown into a room that was set up almost exactly like Clarissa’s. It was dimly lit, with candles and a soft, vanilla aroma that immediately eased my senses. Rick came in and introduced himself. I noticed he was an attractive, fit man …. maybe 6’ tall … and seemed to be very pleasant.“So, you’re one of Clarissa’s clients? I’ve heard her mention you, in case I needed to fill in. I hope I can serve you as well. Dennis' thoughts turned back to Heather, thinking that it might have been easier if she didn't even know who he was. That way he could at least pretend... But she did know him. When he'd first met her, he'd been very polite and helpful, just as he always was. Before long, she had even been opening up to him, talking to him and asking him do to things for her. At first, he had been ecstatic. However, it didn't take Dennis long to realize that it had happened again... He had fallen into the.