It was at a Sunday afternoon, yet, I can remember this as if it had been this morning. There were actually many kinds, French, Americans, English, eve...n Mexican, it was a hard decision to make, just too any kids to drug and just one lucky was going to smell my cocaine there in the park. I sat on a comfortable chair looking for three entire hours, cautiously, until it would appear another street boy would come alone to sleep alone, and yes! He was just so cute that I could hardly resist to fuck. Not the rain.The bench she leads me to is covered by the tent, but only barely. Wind shifts and rain blows in sideways and up and down and we sit there. Staring at each other. Saying little. She makes this expression. As hard to describe as she is. For what adjectives run together to make a person like her. It's sad, hangdog, heartbreaking. I have no idea why. Or what it means. Or what I should do. All I want to do is kiss her. Instead I smile at her, laugh, coward that I am.Her normal face is. The strangesight of Emily having the car ready to go made sense. They were doingnothing wrong but did not want to have to fight with Alan Wheaton. Heknew that Mikey was upset, but still going out and doing one ofspending time with his brother and sister-in-law usually got Steve'sbrother in a good mood.Steve got into the car and said, "Home, honey."Mikey said, "No, we are going to Amel's. That is the only reason I amcame. Then back here, I want to go back to lying down."The last three days. I just could not imagine two like that as Zack always talked about.A knock on my door, I went to peek at the person through the security hole. It was a stunning older woman. I opened the door, and this mysterious woman introduced herself. Her hand out, she said, "Hi, Anne, I am Sheila, one of Zack's 'girls.' I understand you are one also. Zack sent me to see if there was anything you need, as his time is limited right now." Come in, Shelia. Could you explain what Zack's 'girls' is? A club? A.