“What’d ya’ll say about joining me on stage tonight?”She pops open the door and squeezes out, Rex’s eyes following the tight curve of her as....“I know who ya’ll are, after all.”We flinch in turn, first Maria, then me, then Rex. There’s a ghost of a smile on Summer’s lips and I see Rex reaching for Crystal out of the corner of my eye. Hungry for pussy or not, Rex wouldn’t hesitate plugging her full of holes with the sun still shining.“I saw you guys play a gig at Eddie’ Attic a year ago.”There’s. When they were first married, she had tried to get him to talk. He would slog home, slump into his overstuffed armchair, and for fifteen minutes he would drink beer and stare at the television. "Nothing," he would snap, "nothing happened."At first she was hurt by his reticence, but she slowly realized it was probably better this way. He needed home to be a haven, a place where the bad never intruded. Six years later and he still dropped in front of the TV after his shift, although he didn't. It is a Collie and his name I think is Buster. Sister told me I was to work in the rear flower garden, to use the hand hoe, and take the weeds out. I know the hands tools are on the side of the shed, but I wanted to go inside and look around. Buster did not scare me with his barking, we made friends about a year ago when I first got here, in fact I would run off and hide just talking to him. He was a good listener and friend. I wanted some privacy and I knew I would have it there. That is if. Go for it! With heels clicking, I walked towards the hotel wondering if he could see me as I nervously approached. Where exactly would he be? My heart raced as I pulled open the heavy glass door, pausing briefly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. About twenty feet in front of me stood a young male, arms down in front of him, one hand over the other. He almost appeared to be covering what he longed to expose. I knew immediately it was him. Hell, THOSE brown shoes were a dead give away..