‘What?’ His happy mood instantly disappeared when he found her to be unsettled. ‘Carolyn, what’s the matter? You can tell me.’ What was happ...ening with her? Her mood swings were beginning to worry him. ‘It’s Michael. He’s… I don’t know what he is… he’s angry… at me.’ Silence. He could hear her start to cry. ‘Because of me, isn’t it?’ Shit! That kid is going to be a bigger problem than I thought. What to do? What to do? ‘It’ll work out. Please, stop crying, baby, you know I love you. I’ll talk. This tent was huge, you could easily fit 20 people in there, but there were only 5 of us. That tent was a nightmare, I was looking for every excuse in the book to go home, but that was a 4 hour drive and I was already tired. My girlfriend came and gave me a kiss on the cheek as I pouted and handed me a red solo cup full of what I can only describe as every alcohol I can name on one hand mixed with some sweet berry juice, the drink may not have been professionally mixed, but damn did it pack a. “Sure,” I once more replied.“You’re not very convincing,” he uttered, mischievously.“What do you mean?” I asked, totally puzzled.“Well, a proper invitation would be nice,” John said with a chuckle.“Huh?” I asked, totally confused.With a laugh, he then said, “If you hold your legs back and let your pink pucker wink at me, then I’ll consider that a proper inducement.”As we both giggled, my legs lifted like an old-fashioned television bunny aerial.With a horny grin, John now moved forward on his. There was no airconditioning, central or otherwise. It reminded him ofwhen he was a boy and practically no one cooled theirhomes, except with fans. Sophie had sat a smalloscillating fan on the floor but it was merely pushingthe humidity about the room. Greylon knew it must belike a furnace up in Sophie’s bedroom. As he lay on his back, he realized he was sweatingprofusely. He log-rolled himself upright and removed hisrobe. He slipped on a tee shirt and a pair of Pajamashorts, then lay.