Richard blew some smoke out of the last bit of cigarette he had left. The man touched his cap to show he had seen Richard. Richard could not see his f...eatures clearly but he figured it was the man from the pub. The man walked slowly towards Richard who remained at the entrance of the alley. He felt his cock grow even harder. He had played it right. He had showed himself briefly in the pub which was a silent invitation to any man who was looking for sex. The man was only a few feet from the alley. "How about something to eat or drink? asked Randy."A diet soda, please," said Marsha."Hot dog and root beer!" grinned Trent."Back in a minute," smiled Randy who exited the car and headed for the concession stand."You know, I could show you a lot better time than she's having," smiled Trent nodding at the screen where a Barbie-like blonde was having her clothes ripped off.Marsha was stunned, unsure she had heard him correctly."What did you say?" You heard what I said. I can give you what you. “That makes sense,” Patrick lied.“And we didn’t even do anything anyway.” Sally nodded a hopeful smile on her face. “Right, Pat?”“Right.”“Okay, that’s settled.” Sally stood and smoothed out her dress. Her boobs strained at the material. “I really came home today just to make sure everything was cool with us.”“It’s cool, daddio.” Patrick looked up into her eyes and saw the doubt there. “Everything’s fine.”“Right.” Sally turned and walked to the door. She wondered if Patrick’s eyes were glued to. I would assume to act demure and totally obedient to him until later.The night’s sleep was rough, one bad dream after another. They were about loss and about the enemy that couldn’t be beaten. At some point I thought I was shaken awake with the realization something was different but I was still aware of a very dark-cold bunk house. I rubbed my eyes to try to see some semblance of light but it reminded me of my dad’s dark room where he developed his photos, a completely light free environment..