Passing my son's bedroom door I heard the unmistakable sound of an old cine-projector running, wondering what he had found up in the loft I pressed my...ear to the door and listened. There was no mistaking the sounds I heard under the noise of the projector, whatever Paul was watching he was masturbating to, I smiled at the thought of him staring at a moving image while pleasuring himself.Then I realised what it was he had to be watching, once, long ago, I had done a home movie, it was one of the. I love that. She recognized pretty quickly that I was as well. Once we figured each other out, we started sparring a bit, testing each other out, and by the time we were wrapping up all the research gathering, we were flirting pretty heavily. When we were done, she smiled at me and asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"Normally, I would have asked her out (I did later, actually. We went out a few times then it fizzled out), but then I noticed that when I wasn't paying attention,. The lights were out. She had set a flashlight against the mirror. Its soft glow bathed the room in a gentle light. Next to the sink, Melanie had plugged her iPod into a small pair of speakers. The sound of waves washing against the shore echoed off the walls. Her clothes were folded neatly in the corner next to the door.A lump formed in my throat when I looked over at the big jacuzzi tub. Melanie's head was the only part of her that was visible. The tub was filled with bubbles. A folded. She moved in with me for a while. I had an extra bedroom but soon she moved back in with her parents.Now, she's married and lives in a big house on the lake. It is on the same one that Larry and I used to fish at. What would she think of this and what am I going to do about it? I think that in the end, those are the real problems. Chapter Six: LakeIt was nightfall before I went back out. I really hoped to see Lake again, as I walked toward the beach to sort things out."Jeff, Jerry called to.