I carried it outside and then rode it off. After a half hour I rode it to the Coyote Club. The club was closed as I expected. There was a convenien...e store a few hundred yards away. I stopped the bike and went inside to fuel up. Since they didn’t have iced tea, the fuel was diet coke. It tasted too sweet, even if it was sugar free. I spoke to the clerk in his late twenties for a few minutes.“So do you know anyone in the ‘Stand Together’ movement?” I asked.“Never heard of them,” he. I rummaged a little bit through his bedstand drawers. Some sleeping pills, ear plugs, a stack of sports magazines.I got off the bed and opened his enormous wardrobe with three large doors running from floor to ceiling. The first door had rows of suits and crisp shirts neatly hanging, ready to be used. The second door had some shelves with stacks of leisure wear. When I opened the third door, ready for more boredom, it took a few seconds before I processed what I was looking at. Then I could. “I was thinking more along the lines of a class for school students – kids your own age. This will be at a college – full of college students.“College students and high school students and me – people who want to learn art. What does it matter how old they are?”“What does matter is that you’re too young to be hanging around with people that age,” rumbled Dad. “You don’t belong in a college until you’re older – much older.”I looked down at the table. This wasn’t going so well. I didn’t expect it. "I'm not horny," Denise said noticing that Claire was not wearing any underwear."Did you know that you were rubbing yourself while you were sleeping?" No I wasn't," Denise said in a near shout. There was no way that could be true."You don't have to be embarrassed by it," Claire said. She watched Denise shift around nervously."I'm not embarrassed by something that I wasn't doing," Denise said.Claire smiled at the reply and said, "So you say."After glancing over at the clock, Denise realized how.