‘Are you okay, Miles?’ ‘It’s me who should ask you that,’ he replied without looking up. I thought briefly at that point, about going back t... Martin and sleep. I quickly dismissed the idea. I wasn’t likely to sleep. I sat down beside him. ‘I was in ‘Nam. I still have nightmares.’ With his head in his hands, he went on. ‘I can’t seem to shake them off. I guess I don’t deserve to be able to.’ ‘Why?’ A single quietly spoken word was all I could master at that point. ‘Some bad, unforgivable things. I sipped and waited, growing impatient."She should have been home twenty minutes ago." And we heard the front door open as if on cue and a young voice cry, "I'm home. Sorry." Good timing. I put down my glass and adjusted my trousers."In here," said her mother, and Glory trotted in, looking out of breath, her boobs jiggling. She was a slim girl except in the chest area."My bike's chain came off," she said, showing her greasy hands. "Oh, what are you doing here?" She blinked at me and then. Trying her utmost not to give away her nerves at being in such close proximity to so perfect a being. She stared at the screen, the words all began to blend and swim. She tried to think and began to type but nothing appeared. She back spaced to erase the jumble of letters her uncontrolled fingers had typed and stared once again. She read the last paragraph again to try to get some ideas but it didn't register so she read it again and still, nothing but the sweet, fresh smell of Calvin Klein. . The girls around the table looked at me like I was Prince Charming.Close to bedtime, I got into my car and drove to the drugstore. I bought what I needed and knocked on Pam’s front door. Lacy answered.“It’s awful late, don’t you think,” she said, blocking the doorway.I opened my bag and showed her what I had. She just smiled and let me in. I grabbed a towel out of the linen closet and lightly knocked on Pam’s bedroom door.“It’s open.”I went in and she gave me a look.“What are you doing here?”.