" You mean he's like a living computer, without direction nor orders," my mother finally spoke up. When I only nodded, she continued. "So you plan on ...illing him." It was a statement, not a question.When I shook my head she seemed shocked. "I am going after that bastard father of mine. I know that all of you are not used to waiting. I know that all of you are the best, the thing is if you get involved I might never have a chance to take his slimy ass down."A sudden piercing, shrill tone, could. " I replied."Oh, OK than." He said."Oh, and, dad. The TV arrived yesterday." Nice." He said and went to their room to unpack their stuff.I went back to my room and Andy and I continued to play games.Little later he said:"You know. I should go home now." Oh, Andy. Come on. It's 2pm. It's so hot now. You'll get a heat stroke. Stay a little longer. At least until it cools down a little." OK. I guess you're right." He said and sat back on the bed."What do you want to do now ?" He added."I don't. Or maybe her cat had a Daddy at home."Hmmm... well..."He laughed again. "Don't take too long to decide. The weekend only lasts two days." I was just rying to figure out whether I should answer your question about what i was going to do, or whether I should answer about the drink first."That twinkle in her eye seemed to drill right into his head. "Okay, you're blonde, I can see where it might have been a little confusing," he teased. "Would you have dinner with me tonight, Rachel?" Yes, Gary, I. My client was obviously expecting me, because he opened the door instantly and I quickly brushed past him and into the room. The front hall of the apartment was fairly dark, and the room lighting itself was dimmed.I turned to look at the male figure still standing by the door, clad only in a pair of white briefs. The hint of his strangely familiar aftershave reached my nostrils about the time he and I got a good look at each other's faces. Both our exclamations of surprise and recognition came.