And then, northward to Frederick.I'd keep doing it until David Hooks told me to stop bothering him. And I was pretty confident he wasn't going to say ...ny such thing, any time soon.I took a shower, hung up my clothes, and prepared for bed. As Coretta had predicted, Dave's apartment was only semi-comfortable. The air conditioning was, apparently, working a little, but inefficiently. In the summer heat, however, and with no breeze outside, there wasn't much doubt that leaving the windows closed. ”“Always.”We got to the trailer. I unlocked the gate, let Lena drive us up the hill.“What gun?” she asked.“That shorty, the M4-gery.” (Auth, note: “M4-gery” is gun-nut speak for a civilian semi-automatic version of the US military’s M-4 automatic rifle. A ‘forgery’.)“Mine, too?”“Sure. Why not?” I said.Hers is in what’s not quite as subtle as a violin case, but close. Mine’s in a black nylon carry bag along with several magazines. It’s an easy grab when we decide to go to the range. Yeah, we. She stood to meet him, but was somewhat taken back as this was the first time she had really seen him naked. Yes, he walked through the door completely naked and his pecker was sticking straight out and ready for business. She met him half way across the floor and told him, “Brian, we can’t do this anymore. I…I am your mother.” “But mommy.” Brian replied. She put her hand on his bare chest to stop him right there, but she couldn’t help but look at his exposed body…smooth hairless chest,. Said Stella. Oh for goodness sake Mike put your tongue back in your mouth and your eyes back in your head. And offer her a drink. Laughed Dawn. What would you like to drink asked Sir Michael. I'd love a G&T, please Sir Michael Replied Stella. Dawn laughed and said You can drop all the Sir Michael and Mrs Effingham stuff. As he told you yesterday call him Mike, And please I can't remember the last time you called me anything but Dawn. That seemed to break the ice. Stella had a wonderful evening..