Eventually he stood and hugged Erika, "I guess Bobby can stick around forone more night. Where's your bedroom? It's late and I need to change.Which ...ide of the bed do you sleep on? There's no cameras are there?"@ @ @ @Bob finished applying his eyeliner and blinked to focus his eyes again.It had been an interesting month since the beauty pageant and his fallingout with Sue. He hadn't seen her since then and had not tried. He spentthe weekends with the Erika or Alex. They took turns taking. Sarah was already in her office. She didn’t have time to worry about Catherine any longer. She was too busy to concern herself with Catherine and her agenda. But if Catherine’s schedule was anything like hers then Catherine would be busy too. So Sarah didn’t bother herself with looking for Catherine that morning. The morning passed. Time passed by and lunchtime came soon enough. But Sarah had already forgotten about last night or so it seemed. Unlike Catherine, she skipped lunch and worked. ” There it was. Carol’s matter-of-fact statement, unrelated to the Jill story she had been telling, came out of nowhere, and had placed the subject of sex squarely on the table for all to see. I looked at Carol with curiosity, even admiration and fascination, to see how she was going to proceed now that she had tossed out for discussion what I hoped was the real topic of the evening. “I showed Jill the video tape,” she said again, maybe thinking that I had not heard her the first time. Jill. Sure I have a nice car, and I happen to have done pretty well in the Corps, but aside from that? Nadda. No house, no wife, no kids, no side hustle, no backup plan.I sit up groggily in the shitty cot my step-dad set up for me in the garage, smirking as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, thank god we live in Miami, eh?My few meagre belongings were tucked under a military-esque pop up cot, squared away in my patrol bag, a few more in the trunk of my 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 302. Even in the dim light.