I gazed into her eyes, nodded my agreement and crossed the Rubicon as easily as we crossed the checkerboard floor of the bar and headed for the lifts.... It never occurred to me then to ask her why she had a room booked in the hotel. It didn't occur to me to ask anything.She turned in the lift and kissed me. One arm wrapped around my back still holding the bottle of wine. I just stood there, foolishly holding a glass in each hand as she pressed her face to mine. Her lips didn’t so much brush as. It was strange, everything has happened so fast, we really haven't had a chance to speak of what was happening between us. That was about to change.I got back from my walk, right after mom got home. "Paul, come in here for a minute". Mom was in the living room, calling for me. "Sit down, I think we need to talk. I know that you are a young boy and your hormones are going crazy, but I really shouldn't have taken advantage of you like I did". Taken advantage of ME??? Hmmm... "Anyway, I'm sorry,. I led Mike to believe that the call was the go ahead to meet a couple of agents at secret location and ask for help.He was more than willing to cover for me and keep Sandy at the festival so I could go talk to them. I lied to him. I hate myself already, but I had little choice. I wasn't going for help ... I was just going. Leaving everyone was the best way to keep them safe. If I wasn't around asshole would leave them be.Customer orders picked up so Sandy and Jo Anne came back from their break.. His mum was downstairs, banging away in the kitchen and his dad was talking football outside with the neighbor. He peered out as they both gesticulated about the last game, Mr. Mitchell from two doors down. After his taxi experience, and to be honest a few more trips, he now looked at men in a whole new way. Mr. Mitchell was married with two kids and lived three houses down. More importantly, he was hot, in his forties but still in really good shape. Adam was practically drooling, he stopped.