” Mr. Woodburn asked me to greet each of the Directors as they arrived. They had been in his home before, just in very different circumstances, so... I would only need to guide them in the general direction of the Great Room where he would be entertaining them as they arrived.“Miss James, nice to see you joining us tonight.” I nodded politely. “I must say I much prefer the way you were dressed earlier, though.” He gave me a teasing smile. “Charles has spoken glowingly about you, but until. He pulled to a stop at an intersection as the light turned red and flipped on his turn signal as he waited. ‘I didn’t mean to spook ya back at the bar, Lacey…’ He said it softly, apologetically. Lacey glanced over at Him, hearing the tone of his voice and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t upset. That much was clear, at least. ‘Please don’t apologize, Wesley. I’m clearly the one at fault here. I’m so sorry.’ ‘Nah… was my fault for getting defensive. I didn’t mean to. I just don’t talk. That is, if you looked at him objectively, and not as a father. Objectively speaking--of course!--Harry could see why some disgusting pervert faggot might get the hots for that slender body with the long fat dick; why some sicko might want to eat out that shiny ass pucker and play with his own man dick until it got really hard, and then drop some spit on it, and try to get as much as possible up that tiny little hole. Yeah, one of the fags at the office had said there wasn't anything like a hot. I missed the fishing too. We would come up twice a year and fish, Aden and I. Just us boys. He would tell me all about Miranda, a girl he met while visiting his brother upstate. He would talk about her and I would talk about Allie. We drank, played guitar and sang folk songs. Life was simple. Now he has been screwed over in a divorce at 27, besides the P T S D from fighting in a war, and I was managing my own software company that exploded seemingly overnight.The lake house was built by Aden's.