Later that night we were due at an Artur Rubenstein concert. "Then we'll rest," she said. "Maybe we can just sit around later and get some of our Fire... Island stuff ready for later."I yawned. "I thought Ronnie worked." She does, but not everybody in New York works nine to five. This isn't Memphis, Steven, people here get time off when they need it."She blew a kiss as she rushed out the front door, leaving me standing in my underwear in the living room. I listened to the traffic bustling outside.. Maybe you should take a look at it," Randy warned as a horror swept over my body. What had he done? I walked over to my computer and saw that he had opened my outlook program and there on the screen was a message that had been sent.It was addressed to his e-mail and the subject read "Dale's Links". There in the e-mail he had pasted in some of the sites I had visited as well as the properties indicating the date and times. You could have knocked me over. "What the hell are you going to do with. When I sat down at the table I noticed the SMP officer point a cell phone toward me. I hung my head. Since I had my hair tucked into a knit cap like a laborer, I figured I was pretty unrecognizable. Still it bothered me to have a cop shooting a picture of me. I decided to shake his ass up. I stood and walked to his table. I took a picture of his badge, his nametag and finally his face. Then I took a picture of each of them."What the hell do you think you are doing?" the one with the Sergeant's. There’s no easy way to hide a fatty in a pair of speedos. I put my elbows on my knees and leaned forward.“When’re ya goin’ back to the city?” I asked.“Sunday.”“Where’re ya stayin’?”“I got a house on the road to Geelong.”“A house? A whole fuckin’ house?”“It’s no biggie,” he replied, lookin’ uncomfortable.I wanted to tease him a bit, get back at him for wantin’ to fuck him and not bein’ able to.“No? But you have a flat in Carlton, too?”“Yeah. I only rent the flat.”“So what’s with the house?”“I.