He was standing on the pitcher's mound of a baseball diamond. The field was surrounded by a fog bank that obscured everything beyond the foul lines."H...ello, Bud," his dad said from beyond the fog on the 3rd base line."Hey, Dad," he said automatically, completing the greeting they'd typically exchanged with each other."I think it's time for you to wake up, Bobby. You're going to be okay. It's safe to wake up now."Bobby strained to see through the fog, but couldn't make him out. "Will you be there. He stilldidn't do anything so she just turned back to the program and settled into enjoy being close to him as much as she could.It was long past eleven when Derek asked her if she was ready for him totake her back to her trailer. Jenny asked if he really needed her to goright now and he quickly answered that he didn't. He just wanted to gether home in case she had something she needed to take care of earlytomorrow. Jenny thanked him, but said that there was nothing tomorrow andif it was all. This kid had to be one of them. There was no other way to explain the honey-brownglow suffusing the skin above the smooth, pale flesh of the hips. AKA flushed at the thought that he would soon see it all,his pleasure unimpeded by jeans or jockeys. He patted the big pockets ofhis hefty winter coat. On the right he could feel the outlines of the knife.To be used only to threaten, of course. For AKA hated blood. He had had onlyone experience along those lines, but it was enough to last a lifetime.. It was at that moment that I decided to take a chance.I sidled over to Rance where he was leaning against the center island with a freshly poured coffee. I moved beside him, close enough that my hip was touching his. I slowly rubbed my arm against his, and I felt him stiffen. I had his attention."What do you think, Rance?" I asked coquettishly."Uhhm ... what do I think about what?" he answered nervously."About having another woman in the house ... all the time." Oh ... I don't know. Depends, I.