"I slowed down, reluctantly passing by Dad a few steps, struggling to find a reason to keep him downstairs or to rush back up. Too late, I realized I ...adn't closed my door completely and I had left Mom hanging with the vibrator still going. At least it was on the low setting.Dad shuffled up the stairs. What would he do when he didn't find Mom in bed? If her heard the vibrator, would he follow the buzz to my room?"Hey Dad?"He stopped and half turned toward me."Yes?" Nothing."I turned as if to. As I drove home that night, it was me who was jealous. Why was she involved with Gary? It was obvious that she liked having sex with me. She'd called me her man. Did she really think that I would cheat? We would talk about this again, and the sooner the better.John scheduled the conference call the following day, and I was invited to attend. A more accurate way of describing it would be to say that my presence was expected, as was my participation. Because of the various time zones, the call. "I knew there was a reason Trish sat you at my table," he said carefully.Trish was the head waitress and hostess at the café who'd taken Ryan under her wing at the café. Trish had taken the time to talk with Consuela and Ryan for a long while when they paid their breakfast bill this morning. It had been a nice exchange."I hoped it was because of my masculine beauty at first... but then I got a look at myself in the mirror," he said. His tone was light and cheerful."That left only that you'd. Apparently he had recognized me through my photo in an archeological magazine in which I published some new papyri containing probably some fragments of Longus or similar Greek novelists found at Oxyrhygnus. ‘I have rescued a manuscript from an orthodox monastery that is about to be abandoned and transformed into a community centre.’ He explained while taking out a black box from behind his wardrobe. ‘I saw your papyri the other day and was immediately reminded of some passages in this.