“Can I help you with that before we go downstairs?” I asked. “No,” he laughed, “I’m sure it will come in handy. Let’s go meet these fol...s.” Downstairs, I circled through the rooms. The large living room had two full sized sofas side by side, facing a big TV. Throw rugs covered the wooden floor. Along one wall, book shelves were filled with Louis L’Amour and Perry Mason, Ian Fleming and Robert Ludlum, and a lot of fishing books. The walls in the living and dining rooms were mostly bare except. NO Bra! NO Hose!DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, PLAY WITH YOURSELF.Whoo boy, what was going on? Play with myself? That is what got me into this in the first place. Finally! My 30 minutes are up. Looking out the window, "FUCK", his blinds are all closed. He wasn't even watching. "Asshole." It was 7:00 PM and I did not have much time to get ready. I guess I will have to do what he says. The alternative was not so pleasant.After wiping down the kitchen chair, I stumbled upstairs to take a shower.. Notbeing able to think of anything else, he wished the experiment hestarted tonight would work."Did you make a wish about work?" Matt asked, he knew Wayne too well."No," Wayne said sheepishly and smirked."Man you work too hard," Greg said and got out plates for them. He cutinto the cake and slid a piece onto Wayne's plate. Wayne saw the kindof cake it was and smiled. Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.Another good winter food. He didn't wait and dug right into it."MMmmm..." he said. “Getting all of what little sleep we can fit between now and tomorow?”“Nah, that’s boring. I was thinking a beer or two at Moriarty’s, see some friendly faces before they forget about you.”“Hah, fat chance. They just saw me two days ago.”“Come on, you know you secretly enjoy doing something other than whatever you do locked inside all the time.”“Not just secretly, but I’m really tired.”“Okay, just one beer then. No excuses, can always sleep when you’re dead.”Moira shrugged and noticed a smile.