"Shit -- I'm busted" I thought to myself while looking back at Calvin with a somewhat confused look on my face, "I'm not sure I'm following ya, bud?" ...My name is Calvin," he said, extending his hand. "I could swear you were undressing me in your mind and imagining a lot of nasty shit...I know that look. I've given that look. You got it bad, b*o."My mind was in overdrive. Do I finally admit to another guy that I'm hot for him vs. my history of clandestine, relatively anonymous, past encounters. I picked it up and noticed the ridges on the ring around the base. I turned it slightly… It started to hum and vibrate which caught me by surprise and it slipped out of my fingers and fell onto the carpet. The muffled hum immediately made me think back to the other night when I was hiding under the hide-a-bed. The peculiar buzz of was without doubt what I had heard while Daddy watched his movie. I turned it more and it vibrated more fiercely. I hastefully turned it off, a part of me. Even so, the thick gray smoke could not hide the Memories that flowed across his eyes. Sandy longed to hold him. Comfort him. Tell him something… anything. But they would be lies and Henry was not one to lie to. ‘The child meets me when I sleep. While I’m up… there is the water. ‘You didn’t dare swim. You were wary even wading through it… and we did. Myself, my roommate… and a family. Children. A guy near my age in a wheel chair. Elderly. The adults were looking for snakes and gators… almost. She had made a great effort to look her best, which made me glad I had done the same.I showed her in. In anticipation of the evening ahead I had, at lunchtime, arranged for three bottles of good white wine to be put in my mini-bar to chill. Claire sat down and made herself comfortable whilst I opened the first bottle and offered her a glass. I still made no mention of Rachelle but knew that I would have to move things along quickly with Rachelle due to arrive in a little under an hour.I sat.