I forget what I gave him for his birthday, a tie andsome cufflinks to add to his collection, I think. What I couldn'tforget was his bizarre request. ... Here was my husband, a man's man,saying that he wanted to prance about like some sissy rent boy, nobetter than a prostitute.Anyway it wasn't long after when Mike had his accident. A so called'joy rider' had stolen a car and while being chased by the police hemounted the pavement and hit him. He was in hospital for three weeksand only allowed. "Well, if that's how you feel...." she left it sounding like she expected an apology. "That's how I feel. See you around." I held the door open for Tom, then let it close behind me, the loud clang echoing in the confines of the tower, a comforting sound. Tom laughed, a smile on his face. "That felt surprisingly good," he said. He headed to the spiral stairs that lead around the inside of the lighthouse, "Come on, let's go up." I followed him, a calmness descending on us. The inside of the. "Uh huh, but she probably won't be here tonight. It's Friday."The apartment was simple; a large common area with a kitchen, some closets, and two bedrooms, the door of Cheryl's looking exactly like the one that appeared near the lagoon this afternoon. She didn't say a word, but led him straight to her bedroom, holding his hand. She closed the door. She turned to him, and he took her in his arms, kissing her. Jeffrey couldn't believe it; the mechanism of love had started and wouldn't be stopped.. She got into a beat-up Nova and drove about twenty blocks to a seedy part of town. He followed at a discreet distance and parked a block behind her. Felicia remained in the Nova for several minutes while John drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, impatiently waiting for her to get out of the car. What Felicia was doing was repairing her makeup, and when she’d finished she entered a café, sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. John waited outside for several minutes to see if she was.