‘Oh, come on, Willow, you think so too.’ ‘I do?’ ‘Don’t you know who Holly’s friend is?’ ‘Should I?’ Ivy gave an exaggerated roll ...of her eyes. ‘Remember Clay Wilder?’ ‘Clay Wilder?’ Willow frowned. The name was familiar but she was having a hard time matching a face to it. ‘I’m not sure.’ ‘You must remember him.’ Ivy’s voice was full of disbelief. ‘Come on, at the Fourth of July party Holly had last year? The guy in the blue trunks?’ ‘Blue—oh.’ Willow swallowed in a dry throat. ‘Oh, um. Yeah, I. The bar was crowded, the music continued its deafening, gut shaking, thunder. She looked across and saw that the big stud was making progress at the bar but was bound to be a few minutes. She pulled her phone out of her clutch bag and noticed the time. ‘Oh God I promised.’ She dialled quickly pressing the phone against her ear and cupping a hand around her mouth and the phone mike. ‘Mr Andrews,’ she giggled, ‘I’m sorry to tell you that your wife is ten minutes late with her phone call and will. I looked to my wife for assurance and she gave me a cheeky smile. Adele was egging the ladies on asking them if they wanted to see what was under my briefs. They all of course said they did, so I asked who wanted to help me off with the Red fireman's briefs my wife's friend Lucy was fastest to answer and she tore at the briefs which were soon in her hands. This left me wearing only my Santa Willy pouch which caused a good laugh.I was now once again very nervous and grabbed my hat and placed it. I was able to slow the memory of the event down, like slow motion in a movie. I know what happened, but knowing brings up more questions than it answers." Isn't that the way discoveries usually work?" Caleb asked. "What happened?" A portal was opened," Al replied. "Or, more accurately, a hole was torn in the wall of creation. I can show you, when you quit driving. It would be easier to explain what happened if you see it happen. Explaining why it happened is a different problem." Do you know.