Chapter ThreeOver the next month the problem of the mysterious Sandy almostdisappeared. Bret had cornered him the next time he was in The Shamrock,but...Sammy told him he couldn't find Sandy's telephone number."Oh, man, that's too bad. She was really hot," Bret said. "Ooops. I'msorry. No offense, man." None taken," Sammy said. "Just a temp. I don't even know her." Oh. Well, man, I'd love to tag up with her again. Very talented lips, ifyou know what I mean."Sammy made a fraternity-of-guys. Definitely my type. I could tell that he noticed all my antics but was clearly trying desperately not to get a real eyeful. Relationship maybe? Good for him. Maybe I’m just not his type? Oh well, there goes that idea.Several weeks later I called Sir during my lunch break. “I’ve been talking to Brent a bit today about us.”“About us? What about us?”“About our lifestyle, I shared some of your pictures. I asked why he hadn’t paid more attention to the show you put on when he dropped by and he said. I was so busted. By the time I was able to turn around, the door was closed again and Brenda was gone. I collapsed again in another round of tears. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night and was up early. I made coffee for Brenda and poured a bowl of cereal for myself. As I ate robotically, my thoughts dwelled upon the horror of living with my mother. I had to make this opportunity work but I couldn‘t see how Brenda would allow me to stay.?Good morning,? Brenda said from behind. ”After dinner Mom and I watched a movie while Johnny lay quietly at our feet. Once Mom put her foot almost in his mouth and Johnny licked her toe. Mom laughed and said, “It’s almost like he understood our dinner conversation and wants to show how much fun it would be to keep him.” God it was great, it was just like having a dog.After the movie, Johnny came upstairs on all fours, following me. He made me laugh.He lay down beside my bed as I got in it and paid attention to my phone while idly.