The lanes provided quick access between the streets and houses. That summer was long and hot and like my friends, I spent most of my time at the local...pool. This also provided me plenty of opportunity to talk to my crush and get some physical contact from horsing around in the pool. After a week or so we began sharing the walk home from the pool and he eventually asked me into his house to listen to a new band album. His Mum was nice and gave us cold drinks to take into his yard. They had built. It took less than a minute of poking through all the crap they had in there for me to locate their passports. I took both of them, putting them in my back pants pocket, closing and buttoning the flap.As I walked back to the door to the trailer I told Danny that I had the passport, and would be back soon with Kaitlyn and the money."Don't let her stay out there and keep playing, Jimmy. If you do, she'll end up giving it all back to them." Don't worry, "D", I know what I'm doing. This is a lot of. In case you haven't seen my videos I'm pretty fucking white - like fish belly white, Casper The Ghost white. Okay, so these men identified with some pretty clear roles. One was a sissy bottom in his twenties and the other dude, his conservative, fastidiously dressed bone daddy, was my age exactly, 50. When I met them I was living in another building but our back porches both emptied out to the parking lot we all shared. We also shared a laundry room. To use it you had to go outside your back. ’ ‘That makes sense,’ Cindy said, nodding. And then she read the words that were inscribed along with the numbers. ‘Presto, Allegro, Andante, Adagio, Larghetto, Largo ….’ ‘Do you know music, Cindy?’ ‘Yes, Stepmother … a little. I played piccolo in the band, but the instructor never used a metronome.’ ‘Conductors pride themselves on their rhythm … they all believe they don’t need one. Anyway, Cindy, YOUR subconscious lies somewhere in the Larghetto. Please slide the weight up until the top of it.