?* * * * *?Oh, yes,? Cecelia Ritter began, ?Mr. O?Toole?s foul concoction hassaved some lives, but look at all the people who?ve been hurt by thecarel...ss way he deals with it.? She found Trisha in the crowd andpointed to her. ?Those poor O?Hanlans, their happy marriage wasdestroyed because he foolishly allowed Patrick O?Hanlan to drink it.Kaitlin O?Hanlan lost her husband, and Emma O?Hanlan, her father. Andour church has lost Patrick?s voice, his wisdom, as a member of theboard.?Kaitlin. Unable to look her in the eye, I summoned as much of my strength as I could. My throat felt raw, and my jaw muscles ached.“Claire. I am very sorry you were privy to such vile material. I had hoped that that part of my life would remain…closed off, and private. I apologise for any offence caused, and hope that you can in time, forget or forgive it.” I shakily inhaled to steady my jangled nerves and continued. “This is a source of constant shame for me. I am not proud of these desires, these. It was no-dark thirty when we landed. I set up Charley with a set of fake whiskers to die for. Bushy eyebrows, mustache, sideburns, beard, you name it, topped off with a disreputable hat. I used to know a good friend on the circuit named Smokey. He timed out and died one hot year coming back from the Midwestern. I miss him like a brother to this day. I modeled Charley's makeup after Smokey. We called him Sparky. Smokey had hands that were beat up and mostly destroyed after a generation working. What the fuck she screamed and ran away. Tucker stopped giving me a blowjob and got up on his feet. I guess I should be going were the last words he said before running out of my room. There I stood, my pants at my ankles and a boner. I felt miserable. I tried to call Sam but her phone was off. That evening I was chatting in some chat box for bi boys. Not because I was one but because I wanted some advice about what had happened this day. Many of the boys said I shouldnt be worried about Sam.