I'd been invited over for dinner.Beth's dad answered the door. "Hi, Tommy, how are you doing? By the way, how'd that tripod adapter work that I welded...up for you?" It works great, Mr. Jones. As a matter of fact, I used it today and it was perfect! Thanks again for the welding lessons." I understand you're going to learn how to use all the equipment in the basement?" That's what Beth told me. She said knowing how to use the tools would keep me from designing something that couldn't be built, so. “I’m telling you because I thought you…”“You think I’m… Why?” I was still in shock but I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks I must have been beet red.“I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He shut the book.“No! Wait.” I stopped the book from closing. He smiled at me “So was I right?”Never in my life had I been so embarrassed. But the excitement and the first two pictures he had shown me had me turned on already. “Last year, a friend and I we…”“It’s ok. Ill share my stories if you will share. The police stopped her and she demanded to be let alone. He stood still and looked at his foreman, too dumbfounded to speak.“Look, take the rest of the day off, Bobby. I’ll see you Monday morning. Bobby nodded his thanks and left. He drove straight to his favorite watering hole and ordered a double shot and beer. Frank the bar tender asked him,“Two Questions, Bobby. One, what are you doing in here in the middle of the day? Also, what are you grinning about?”“The boss gave me the day off and. It was dimly lit in the basement, and our eyes took a minute to adjust. Most of the lighting down here was red-tinted. Most of the basement was a single room, divided around the perimeter with partitions and curtains into semi-private areas. At the base of the stairs were three shower stalls with clear doors, and three urinals.Jason spent most of his time in the basement; general consensus had made it his domain. He was young- he looked about thirty in human years, but he’d established a role.