But horror of horrors, my mom suddenly called up the attic stairs, "Anthony, are you up there?"We hadn't heard her car drive up at all.Sheila jumped a...ay from me as though the magazine had turned into a live cobra or something. I jumped up as well and flew instantly into a chaos of panic."Yeah, mom. I'm here! I'll be right down!" I said, trying to disguise my insane fear. At any second she could have started up the stairs, one by one, and caught us in front of a trunk full of Playboys. We froze. Now, I read an article in Esquire once about a dude that claimed he was straight, but was a gay porn star. He said he was doing it because there’s a lot of money in it, which is a little shaky.I mean… how much money are we talking about?This guy had done dozens of films.How much money is a lot of money for gay sex if you’re not gay?I don’t know about you, but I would have to get so much fucking money that I didn’t ever have to do a second film.They say that everyone has their price, but there. She found herself mesmerized by the flames in the fireplace andsat there watching the logs be slowly consumed in the fire.Tom drifted back to wakefulness to see Rachel seated by the fire,looking into the flames. He moved himself to sit beside her and put hisarms around her. Rachel leaned into him fully, partly from the effectsof the alcohol and from relief that the man she loved was okay. Whenshe turned to look at him, Tom's mouth was there, covering her own.Her alcohol addled brain now had. They would undoubtedly call her at some point in time and he wanted to be proactive instead of waiting for them. Jessica found the address book but also found a journal Anne kept. She quickly read through it, especially the part about the Saturday in the park and time she was with Jessica. Jessica put the journal back in the drawer and took the bag down to the van. She placed it in back and she and Paul went back upstairs. Although Mike had told him everything would be ok, he still held.