"I'm queer. Men aren't to my taste. So I don't take my work home." Her right hand went down to squeeze my bottom. "You're a... lesbian," I said, s...ying the word aloud for the first time." Yeah," she said. "And I got the idea you might be a little strange yourself. You're too pretty not to have a boy hanging around if you wanted one."I clammed up, I. didn't know what to say. Part of me was thrilled she thought I was pretty. And I'd always felt pretty but I felt like a schoolgirl before. It was the hotel desk with his wake-up call. Stumbling over to the dresser, he pressed the button acknowledging their signal, then pulled open the front of the little cooler sitting there. Pulling out a short, stubby bottle of dark beer, he twisted off the cap and took a deep swig.For several years after he'd lost Béla, he had relived her memories almost every night in the form of dreams. But as the years passed, the dreams occurred less and less often, as though she was moving farther away in. "Hi," I said, greeting them. "I'm Timothy Duncan. Your new neighbor."They both smiled. The old guy said, "Welcome, Timothy. I'm Robert Stevens and this is my wife Gloria. Call me Bob."I shook both offered hands."Retired?" I asked."Does it show THAT bad?" Bob laughed."And loving it," Gloria filled in. "You're an engineer?" Does it show THAT bad?" And we all laughed. "Yes ma'am. I work at XYZCorp on the west side of town. Just started a few weeks ago. Looks like we agreed that I can stay.". As long as she didn’t take things too far, he would be fine.He also mentioned that she promised to make it up to him once he was feeling better, which is something he eagerly anticipated. Whether he was telling me the truth or just relaying back what Miss Loretta had told him to say, I could not tell, but he seemed genuine enough, and since I did need the training, I had little choice but to take him at his word.Loretta led me through a variety of different instruments and procedures, from.