“I just look.”“Said the peeping Tom to the lady in her bedroom,” I said.“What’s a peeping Tom?” he asked.I sighed. Bobby was like Mowgli..., in The Jungle Book, raised by animals. He was at home, in his element, in the jungle, but when he started interacting with other humans, there was a lot he’d missed out on, in terms of his education.“I’ll tell you later,” I said. “We need to get under cover before somebody sees us.”“Why don’t we just leave?” he asked.“Because I need to see what they do when. You were fantastic with them all. I knew about the nipple sensitivity issues and the girls that sweat like pigs between their legs,” Marissa told me. “I can’t believe none of the girls balked at you, putting liquid powder in their hands and having them rub it on the sides of their legs. You didn’t embarrass any of them, not even those who needed someone to call them out. It is the first time I’ve seen girls accept a guy saying they didn’t have enough chest to wear a sports bra. You put it. " "That I'm in a wheelchair? No, she wouldn't would she. She likes tosurprise people," He chuckled. "It doesn't make you uncomfortabledoes it?" He asked, preparing himself for the worst. "Not at all. I just wouldn't have chosen a booth." We both laughed. "Let's go somewhere more private and wheelchair accessible. I know a goodplace just down the street," He nodded towards the door. After a few blocks we came to a little yellow bungalow with a ramp leading tothe front door. I followed him. “Jesus, yes, please get me away from all this cigarette smoke,” Karen said. She looked over at Greg. “Come on, you can bet on your horses there too. Let me get some shade and fresh air.”“Yeah, there’s a window like right outside the room.” He motioned toward Karen’s drink. “And a minibar inside it. Come on, it’ll be fun. Live the high life.”“Ok, fine,” Greg said, already with a bad feeling about this. Ethan could be an ass, which was a big part of why the hadn’t kept in touch.The three walked.