"Good Luck, Belle. You can call me if you need me. My cell phone will be on." Thanks." It was all she could say. Even that one word got caught in her ...dry throat.The driver followed behind her to the door with her bags. She tried the doorknob but it was locked. After finding her keys she thanked the driver and dragged her luggage into the house."David?" she asked into the large house.No answer. Fuck, where is he? All this build up and he's not here. She took her luggage upstairs and set it on. The walk home was silent and reflective for Alex. He racked his brain on what to do about Henry, but because he couldn't figure out what Henry was mad at him about he didn't know what to do. How could he apologize for something when he didn't know what he had done? He couldn't think of what to do next, and as he walked home he became more and more agitated.He walked in the door and kissed his mom before heading upstairs to change to go into the pool. He dove in and swam from one side of the. C.-man', bone-head, or butt-head cave-man, as in the celebrity, not the former president of the u.s.a., you know as in other words 'mr.-jello-pudding-pop' being of whom I myself had last heard is practically if not possibly making that being of 'the-can' like one big picnic for he himself, but then can't really say that that could possibly become, or be the case for a one MR. R KELLY BEING OF WHOM HAD JUST RECENTLY TURNED HIMSELF INTO TO 'THE-FUZZ-MAN', & MUCH RATHER THAN INSTEAD KEEP ACTING. We wanted him to feel so good about eating pussy creampie that he would want to keep us from wasting a single drop. Much of this was for us, but we wanted Kyle to believe it was all about him.We waited for Kyle to cool off from his pre-lunch snack. Kyle was led to the pool shower where we shared a teenager’s wet dream of a hug.Lunch was leftover pot roast. It was quite good. Kyle’s mom had made a good dinner and now a good lunch for her son. Although, I suspect she would not have imagined him.