People sitting at the tables near us could certainly hear, if they were paying attention. I hoped that they would not know what I meant, but then agai... I just didn't care.At that point I knew why Gus had insisted we not sit across from each other but at the adjacent sides of the table. Gus smiled as he made a big production of putting his hand under the table. I felt his hand fumbling to find its way to the zipper of my jeans. Then I felt his fingers move inside and make little curls of my. We carried on talking and joking, there was still the odd silence but we both knew that was going to happen with us both being so shy. His friend messaged and he answered it whilst I had a quick check of mine. I so wanted to show him these jiggle balls but I couldn’t just whip them out and I was too shy to just come out with it. So I messaged him saying “I’ve got that thing that you wanted to see” A few minutes passed… nothing. “Damn you were right… the signal here is shit!”“It is” he said. We could see more but nothing like we could with Erica. I had anticipated the dark viewing area and surprised the three of them when I pulled out two small disposable flashlights. John and the girls couldn't believe that I had thought of this. I turned the small lights on and asked the girls to slide them into the tops of their stockings. They looked at each other, laughed, and did as I requested.It worked perfectly! The small lights acted like little spotlights. Lacey placed one leg over the. They seemed to want to get away from the rain as much as he did.As the feeling of cold bitter loneliness engulfs his body, vivid pictures of Bern rush to the front of his mind as though a TV had been switched on in the pitch-black vacuum of the room.Shaking his head, physically trying to make the images fall out, snaps him back to life"Focus for Christ sake, no time for memory lane now" stating aloudRifling through the stack of newspaper on the table he scours for any little article, just a few.