I wasn’t attracted to Zac. I really wasn’t. He was just my brother’s boyfriend. Then I spent a lot of time with Zac. He didn’t know anyone her...e so I showed him around whenever Logan couldn’t. We spent a lot of time together and then after awhile I started seeing my friends less and less and was spending more and more time with Zac. Nothing bad, just spending time with him. Then I wasn’t going out or seeing any girls and stopped dating and mum died and I just didn’t do anything else but go to. I had a favorite restaurant/bar along the river where I could be found on my time off. The woman who owned the place was very nice and, in my position, I could re-appropriate a lot of small things that made her life nicer or, she could sell/trade on the black market. Mai and I became very good friends quickly.Just like everywhere else there were rooms upstairs and she had about ten girls working for her…she was doing very well.One night I was relaxing on her veranda when all hell broke out. Oh ... Dear god ... on the last six pages was a hand written letter from the girls. I read; 'Our most dearest Sam', then I stopped reading and closed the book.Katherine, who had been watching asked, "Is that a note left by your wives?" Yes," I answered my voice catching in my throat. I swallowed. "I'm not trying to keep you from reading it Katherine. I just don't want to read it here in the car." I know this little place called the Bistro Provence over on Pass Avenue right here in Burbank with. The important one is to hear your voice. You have a lovely speaking voice and I enjoy hearing you talk.” She chuckled. “The other reason is to ask you to accompany me to my church’s Wednesday night supper and Bible study. I think you would increase the interest level by many for the whole evening.”“Why? Are there that many teenaged boys in your church?”“There are a number of guys and grown men who will find you as good-looking as I. The women will love you because you’re so nice to.