He had a thick, unkempt mustache and a NASCAR cap upon his head. A skinny brown-haired woman with bad teeth was holding his hand. He debated denying t...at he was Jake Kingsley but past experience had taught him that such a ruse rarely worked. Instead, he put a smile on his face and acknowledged that, yes indeed, he was Jake Kingsley."Well, hole-ee shit!" the man exclaimed. "My name's Frank Peterson, Jake. Me and my wife here is visiting from Jackson, Mississippi. Fancy meetin' you here in. In the afterglow as we laid there stroking each other, we heard the doorknob jiggle and several muttered disappoint exclamations on the other side of the door. She grinned at me and asked if she should unlock the door as she started to get out of bed. In a slight panic I stammered out two quick no’s. Alexis grinned at me and asked if I was sure, it was then I told her I do not think I could handle another one, much less five, besides you always will be more than enough for me…Her eyes flared. She said You want some wine I said sure an drank some , She asked how old I was , I said 22 , She said hey Hun He's cute , yeah , maybe He like to party with us , she said well did ya , I said sure . We drove another few miles an saw a girl hitch hiking , an pulled over for Her too , she got in , an sat next to Me , I said Hi , she said Hello , now where You heading Missy He asked She said oh not far , she was about 21 short brown hair cute , all of a sudden they pulled over an He had a gun ,. .. I wish I'd never talked to Peter."You and me both. "Trace, I don't want to pry." Pry, hell. I don't want to know. "I don't know if you and Robbie ... or you and Kelly ... still ... I mean, if Peter had found out the hard way, walking in on you ... it would have been worse." That had to be the most disjointed sentence I'd ever uttered."Sometimes." She didn't specify if she still played with Robbie or Kelly or both. I figured I'd leave it there.There was another long silence."Trace, if it's.