He would say things like “Just having a rough patch at home.” When I asked why his eyes would look red or why he would look so tired. One day Andy... for some reason, singled me out and offered to take me to lunch. Free lunch with a nice man, sure! I don’t think either of us originally had anything sexual planned or intended. The guy just wanted someone to talk to. I think maybe it was because I took an interest into how he was actually doing, I don’t know.We got in his very nice car, I think. Your house is stylish and comfortable and you are welcoming and charming. I am relaxing in your company. Somewhere floating around is an elephant in the room. We both know how we met. Why we are friends. Why I am here…….I am not thinking about that. You sit, demurely, on your stylish sofa. It’s just slightly odd that you walked ahead and sat down and didn’t invite me to sit, but I walk to the sofa facing yours to sit down. You raise your hand to stop me. Instead, you motion towards the kitchen. I really like the 1911 and hope nobody has found that. The AK - I can get another one if I have to - I have a friend in Baton Rouge who makes them." Like I said Henry, you surprise me more each time I talk to you. I'll see what I can do. You won't be able to claim them until you get checked out of here, but if they're still there I'll personally hold them for you. I have to get going, but I wanted to get you up to date on what I have found out so far. Get well soon, then come see me, and we'll. She couldn't turn, but the mirror's reflection showed the entrance to the front room. She felt a jolt of genuine terror when a complete stranger entered the room. The man was big, over 6ft tall she thought, broad, built as though he spent many hours in the gym. He had a light complexion and light brown hair. She thought he looked to be about 30 years old. “My name is Ginger" he said in a low voice. He strode slowly around the room, looking it over as if he were a potential tenant. "I'll give.