He puts it on one step, and sits on his knees on the other, then hears the eccentric little band director yell “No instruments! We're watching a mov...e!” Evidently, he had a migraine.He then gets a pass to go to the restroom, rationalizing that he might as well spend this period “relieving” himself instead of watching a crappy movie about some trumpet player from the '30s. He wonders off, thinking which bathroom would be closest. He decides to go with the ones in the old math hall, just because. You know I have you by the... Hello? Hello? Bitch."I heard him slam the phone down and laugh. It was probably meant to sound sinister but it only sounded lame. What didn't sound lame was the sound of the front door closing.Hawk stopped me from opening the balcony door. "Wait," she whispered. "Give him a minute to be sure he's gone."I controlled my desire to run like hell and stood still until Hawk said we could go. After what seemed like an eternity, Hawk slid the balcony door open and peeked. He only had on a pair of shorts and a cowboy hat. His stubble was black on his cheeks and I could smell bourbon or scotch on him as he leaned close and put one hand against the wall next to my head. I lowered my eyes as he came closer to me and he told me that he’d been watching me as soon as I came out of the house. The light from the house was showing right through my nightie and he told me that he had been able to see me as if I was naked. He said he liked it more that way though as it was. “Keep the change,” I said. “Give it to George as a tip for doing such a fine job.”“I’m sure George will appreciate it,” Gary told us.“Say, Gary,” Ed piped up, “you wouldn’t happen to have another one of those twelve gauges, would you?”“Actually, I got another one in this morning. I haven’t even had a chance to get it on display yet,” Gary said.“I’ll take it,” Ed told him. “Can I get the action polished the same as Bill’s are?”“Sure,” Gary answered, “that won’t be a problem. It’ll take a couple.