That hurts. What I felt was comparable to about a thousand-plus bands playing all at once through a thousand-plus speakers.Slowly, I developed a shiel..., if you will, to block it out. Finally able to relax, I let out a loud breath. Without warning, Ms. Sorenson (or ma'am, never mom, not her) burst into my bedroom, her blonde hair hanging loose (she always wore it in a bun) and her navy blue robe loosely tied. The look on her face was one of fury."What the hell are you up to?" she yelled. "You've. You will be staying at home like you used to. Like you should be," I said."Oh, honey, I know you do a lot around here. You are a huge help to me... I wouldn't be able to do this without you," she said."That's not what I meant Mom," I said."W-what do you mean then, son?" she asked. I sensed in her wavering voice that she wasn't sure she wanted me to answer that question."Mom, I know why you drink. I'm not a young kid anymore... I know that you go out looking for someone–a man–to make the night. Beide schlank, offensichtlich eher jünger, scheinbar aber ähnlich offen für gemeinsamen Spaß wie wir.Nach einigem hin und her über die Nachrichten der Plattform, und des Vergewisserns, dass wir ähnlich ticken, tauschten wir EMail Adressen aus. Und schließlich verabredeten wir uns.Nun ist es nicht so, dass virtuelle Treffen gänzlich anders ausfallen, als andere. Zumindest war es bei uns nicht so. Andi und Nadine saßen zunächst mal sittsam auf einer Couch, genau, wie wir, als wir uns zum ersten. "Gledhill Road," he sighed. Why did he know that name?Lonnie stood up and walked over to look out the unfinished window. His dad had gone to Gledhill road in his youth, because someone owned an old cabin up there. He racked his brain, but he couldn't remember whose cabin it was. He slowly turned his attention back to his work, and then he suddenly sat bolt upright, banging his forehead. "Fuck!" he swore, and then his mind began to race because he finally remembered that Drake Pennington owned a.