"I could think of a few things... For now just a G&T please."I smiled across the old wooden bar at her and nodded as I set about preparing the drink. ... slid it towards her with a wink, and trying my hardest to sound seductive I said, "This one is from me, on the house." Well, how sweet, but surely there must be something I could give you?" She wrapped her red lips around the straw of her drink and the swelling in my jeans became more painful than uncomfortable.I looked around the bar and. “That’s great brother” quipped Carlos, “Angela has been begging me to have you show her some things. Can you stay late tonight and get started?” I was a little stunned when they said Angela. I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I was extremely psyched because Angela has such potential. On the other hand, the thought of rolling around with her for an hour had me a bit aroused.After quickly thinking about things, I responded it would be no problem. Let’s get going. Angela walked back in the gym,. Mr Dawkins paused to shout a greeting, "Morning Joanne,filthy weather eh?"John automatically responded, "It certainly is, Robert. You look afteryourself."Moving on to the drive, John realised that Mr. Dawkins had died 5 yearssgo and he hadn't known his first name. Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In a way that was a relief that be hadn't been exposed as somecross dressing wierdo but what on earth was goin on?After a few steps down the drive, John turned to look back at the houseand. Don’t move away from me. Cold, cold, remember. “Tom. I, well, we...” “Now you’re talking to me like I’m a second-grader. You know Huck, that was the one thing I loved most about you. You always talked me like an equal, never like I was just a stupid-kid.” “I’m sorry, you’re right. And you know that the only time I’ve ever said your name and the word stupid in the same breath was when you rode your bike off that bridge, that time.” “Yeah, that was pretty stupid of me, wasn’t it?” “I.