It was past 5 going on 5:20, and no sign of him. I had left my phone in the car afraid it would get stolen in here, so I couldn’t call.I went back i...to the first theater and this time sat in about the 4th to the back near the right side as you look at the screen. That’s on the right side of the isle by the wall. I always give my perspective from this point of view for future reference, just in case you care. Back looking toward the front at the screen.So, I let my eyes adjust and moved into an. He contemplated as he smoked it. If he opened that envelope, he was throwing away three years. He looked around the squalid little room. His eyes lit on his waiter’s uniform. If he did this he would lose his job, a job he had pulled a lot of strings to get. A job he realized suddenly that he hated with every fiber of his being. With a smile on his face he finished his coffee and went to get another cup. Seating himself on the floor he opened the shoe box and removed a small data encryption. “Are you ready to graduate?” grunted Danny with raw passion emanating from his face. “OH yes, yes,” I whispered. I rolled onto my back as Danny got between my legs and knelt over me and began lowering himself. I could feel my breasts flatten under his weight, but it wasn’t unpleasant in the least. Then, I felt Danny moving up a little and sensed him kind of probing for the right place. I tried to move my bottom to line up with him, but it just wasn’t happening. Finally, I reached down. " Mine's Wendy ... I'm six." Hi, Wendy."She giggled. "You're funny," she said.In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.Her musical giggle followed me."Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited.