“Hey, can you give me a hand?” I hear her say. I turn and head down the hall until I meet the laundry room. The washing machine is working away b...ut Michelle isn’t in here. “Are you coming? I need a hand!” she calls again. There’s not a lot of urgency in her voice, as if she’s in trouble or something. The tone is more like, “Hey can you reach up there and gather that bowl from the top shelf for me?” As I walk down the hall again I realize she’s still in her bedroom. From behind the closed. Steven once told me where he lives, but without precise. I send him another message and ask for the number. Within a few seconds I get an answer. I walk until I reach a beautiful pre-war house. Four bells at the front door. I press Stevens' bell. "Stairs, door on your right," I hear briefly via the intercom. The lock of the door clicks open and I push the door. Two doors to the left and right of a beautiful old wooden staircase. The house has apparently been converted into four apartments. I. What an amazing place! I thought to myself. I watched a couple more acts. The next involved two guys who wrestled each other, Greco-Roman style, their muscled bodies grappling on the gym mats that had been laid down. And once one had been pinned for the third time, the other claimed his victory by fucking him from behind, stopping only to put on the condom that Troy (acting as referee) handed him. After that, a fat guy in nylons gave footjobs to a couple volunteers. And then, circle of men on. As soon as I’d finished my breakfast I dashed upstairs, bought the book, paid the extra for next day delivery, deleted the card from my account and took it back to my Dad.“Thanks Dad,” I said as I handed it back to him, “I’ll go down town today and get you the cash.”“No rush, son, as long as you let me have it by the time the card needs to be paid.”“OK Dad, but I’ll feel better if I get it today.”“Good man,” Dad replied, “always try and avoid owing someone if you can, and if you can’t pay them.