I layed there, completely spent and perhaps in shock. I awoke late the next day and layed in bed as I tried to process the night before. “A one time...thing.” I thought to myself and decided to just leave it at that. I doubt that Steven would say anything and of course, I would just denie it if he did. Later that day, my son asked it Steven could spend the night again, my eyes widened. I should have just said no.That night, I layed in bed, unable to sleep and struggled with my thoughts. “What if. Bob Randolph. Three visits, each under an hour.”Daddy frowned. New news. “What’s Randolph’s story?”“Second tier. And that was in Dayton Ohio. Shopping center office.”Daddy said, “What you get. When the Meriwether money dries up.”“Yeah, Dave. Except that Randolph moved down to Ft. Worth. Full time. Gunther’s his only client.”“Expensive. Who the fuck’s footing the bill? I thought the Gunthers were wiped out after the raid.”Hank sighed. He didn’t like not knowing either.My turn to frown. Since the. ”“How? How did you know?”I can find no way to speak this. I cannot say it is this thing or that thing. While I try to think of words I can say she breaks my thought.“Was it the way he smelled?” she asks. “His attitude? Did you look at his car?”I shrug; these were a part, though only small, but what are right words? “I know,” is all I can at last say. “It was not right.”“Just instinct then?”I ask her what is instinct, and she explains that it is feeling of animals that leads them to act without. It was bad enough that he was her with his aunt, did he really have to drag his mother into it? Was Sarah right when she taunted him this morning - was he really some sort of pervert?Jason spun Sarah roughly around again to face him - a feeling of relief coming over him when he saw her face. It was Sarah here, not his mother. It was as though making the distinction that it wasn’t his mother was enough to assuage the sense of guilt he was feeling. And with the guilt gone, there was only desire.