Guy I’m sorry,” Carlos is pleading and I see tears, I have none for him. “Well now, this has been a very productive day but I must get home and ...elp out with dinner for my family,” I return to my car and look as Guy stares at Carlos almost like he’s trying to figure out what is happening. “Mom… why,” my son asked me a question, his first words to me in almost two weeks. “You are my son, your father tried to help you but he denied you what you wanted,” I ask and my son nods,” It might not have. Dad's mention of President Kennedy while talking about his Peace Corp job reminded me of his assassination, only a few years away, along with the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. and Bobby Kennedy before the end of the decade. That led me to other events in my old life, The Challenger disaster, the Marine barracks in Beirut, the World Trade Center bombing and the events of 9/11. I thought about John Lennon, the Exxon Valdez, and Vietnam.Vietnam. Crap. I was going to graduate from high. Flashing blue lights and sirens. I’m not sure what it was about.Sunday November 14thApparently the police cars were because of Norm. He’s done a runner according to Angie. His wife came back yesterday evening and he’d cleared his stuff out. No sign of him. The wife is pretty pissed off because she’d just taken out formal sponsorship for him and now she’s supposed to know where he’s gone. The MCF officers weren’t very sympathetic it seems.I don’t know what happens if they find him. I mean can. I was doing a final check in the ladies toilets after the break and caught Tommy in the end cubical jacking off, just like poor Leo. Tommy's thrill was actually sitting in a female toilet and playing with himself, reading the filth that girls scribble onto the walls, as if they were messaging him themselves, when I peered over the top of the adjacent cubicle I saw Tommy was way bigger than my ex's I even took a short clip of Tommy wanking on my phone, before knocking on the door and inviting.