We exchanged information on my insistence that something might come up later, she had been hit by a car after all. As I had stepped out of the car ri...ht after it happened I had felt a rising tension, I had hit someone with my car after all. When I watched her walk away I was shocked to find that I was a little let down. It seemed so anticlimactic. Two days later she came to my house. I stood at the door while she explained she had used my phone number to find my address and had come to let me. For the longest time I wasn't sure exactly who I was and how or why I had those feelings. Of course, it had to have been my best friend since elementary school, Brian. He was always jealous of my good looks and ability to attract women.What made it worse was that he had known Janet first, before she became my wife. One day she confided in me that she was wondering if Brian was gay, because he never put any moves on her, never tried to seduce her. That's when I figured, hell, if he wasn't going. I told her she can try mine she told no bhai I can’t I feel shame cause I didn’t try it ever I told her if you want job you have to do this. I told her if you don’t mind you can try it in front of Me so your shame will be gone she asked why I told her if you are comfortable with your brother you will also be comfortable with others. she agreed and told me to give my shirt I gave her a semi transparent white shirt she took that and went in changing room when she came she was with all button. "Grant," she yelled again.Grant had done a remarkable job. The ship looked just as good as any Hollywood set. Even up close, Grant's workmanship was remarkable. Touching it, Brandy could feel its low vibrations as she made her way around it. Finally, through the mist, she could see a small opening that was not unlike the open jaws of a trap. Slime dripped from the tips of its sharpened teeth. A torn jacket was impaled by one.Brandy stopped and stared. It was Grant's jacket; his favorite work.