Melody could instantly tell their facial features were almost identical; Mike was definitely his father’s son. His hair, however, was medium-to-dar... brown, with slightly longer sideburns than Mike had. Both of his parents wore thin, wire-rimmed glasses, similar to what Mike had worn before his improved eyesight. As Mike and Melody entered, his folks waved them over to their bench seat where they waited.“Mom, Dad, I want you to meet Melody, my girlfriend,” Mike said as they approached.“Hi,. “So… what do you do for sex in these parts?”“Well, I have a few friends, but mostly I just use my imagination,” Joshua answered philosophically.“Imagination… what do you imagine?” Ridley asked perplexed.“That from time to time, a beautiful boy may be snowbound in my cabin for a few days,” Joshua answered with an impish smile. Observing the look of shock on Ridley’s face, Joshua pressed on. “I’m not going to rape you, because that’s not my scene, but if you refuse to share my bed, well, that’ll. I'd be a fool not to. I want to rebuild what we had in the beginning. Not what it turned out to be, but what it might have been. I think we have a chance if we both want that to happen." I hope you're right, Doug. I really do. But ... I'll be the first to tell you if I don't think it's going to work. Is that clear?" Yes," I smiled. "So now, I've got to get to work and find a job. In the meantime, I want to share the costs here. What do you pay in rent or mortgage?" It's rented, but I'd like to. . people ... rattling on about stuff that happened long before I was born. Second time, he tried making me work in a dress-shop. Well, after the second dress was messed up – I can't sew for shit, even if I wanted to work – I was back in front of the bench and he sent me to prison for two years! Two years, I ask you. I didn't worry too much about it – two years sitting around getting three square meals a day doing nothing didn't seem like such a bad deal.Until I got there and they explained what.