It was just like the one at my dad's work I'd seen many years before, a rather large old-fashioned white enameled metal box with a big red cross on it...and toolbox-style closures. Both because I thought the box interesting and my face was bleeding from a razor cut, I opened it. Although it had a few odds and ends of old 1st-aid supplies, it mainly contained videotape cassettes, all labeled, appropriately, with white adhesive bandage tape: Joyce XXX. Well, well, well! Still alone in their house,. Geez I envy you. Like what kinda stuff do you do?" Fred, we're being honest with each other now, so tell me the truth. Are you a virgin?"He blushed a little, and sheepishly said, "You know I am." We need to change that. Why don't you spend the night at my house and we'll talk some more about it. Come over for dinner. Tell your mom we're going to stay up late and watch TV like we always do." Great idea Tim. You've really got me thinking buddy. Why not go to your place now?" Six o'clock sharp. I think it was because both movies offered such open, heartfelt views of the soul. Bull Durham gave you a view into the soul of the sport as seen through the eyes of the people who played it. Field of Dreams sort of did the reverse; it peered into the souls of those who loved baseball, and used baseball itself as the microscope. I loved those movies, and if I believed what had been hinted at by Armored Sam Kendall was true, they weren't likely to get made this time around. I made a personal. .." She trailed off.Nathan and Simon were both watching but playing it cool, not staring. The music had started and Liz found herself being towed to an empty two-person table. Her drink was taken from her hand and the stranger's hands clasped around her waist. "Let's dance."She didn't even have a chance to nod. The music got a little louder and Liz found herself swaying a bit side-to-side. "My name's Phil by the way; what's yours?" Liz." She smiled weakly and despite the fact it was.