Brian’s POV
The Corvette, Pittsburg, PA
Monday April 10, 2006 3:16 PM

“Hey,” Justin answered on the first ring.

“Hey, you hungry? Nathan and I are done at the police station and thought we’d get something for the four of us,” I suggested.

“My stomach just started growling,” he said, “and Emmett just woke up from his nap and was complaining about the shit they served him for lunch. So that would be perfect…probably not something heavy though.”

“I figured Emmett might prefer something other than hospital shit. Maybe something from the Downtown Deli, their beef barley soup is perfect…maybe with a little rye toast and fresh fruit?”

I heard Justin confirm the menu with Emmett, “Sounds perfect, Brian. He’s excited.”

“Nathan wants Burger Queen though, so you can have your choice,” I said and could practically hear Justin smile from the hospital.

“Do you really have to ask? Downtown Deli or Burger Queen?”

“Double cheeseburger, extra ketchup – no onions because I want to help you burn off all those calories later – fries and a chocolate shake?” I sighed.

“Perfect, except, make it a strawberry milkshake. And Em says if you’re bringing Burger Queen into his room he gets a little bite from everyone and he wants a strawberry milkshake too.”

“Can he handle all that?”

“I don’t really think he cares, Brian.” Justin laughed. “It’s Burger Queen.”

We disconnected and I tucked the phone into the pocket of my pants.

“Let me guess, Emmett wants Burger Queen too?” Nathan asked with a smile.

“You guessed it. I think he just connects with the name…” I answered and pulled into the little parking lot next to the deli.

I could feel Nathan’s eyes on me as we waited for the food and knew it was coming.

“You’ve been pensive today, Brian.”

“Yeah?”

“Anything on your mind? Besides the obvious?”

I shrugged and squinted up at the menu. Earlier that morning, after Justin came fully awake, we talked about what he remembered and I knew that he wasn’t just imagining what Daphne and I had told him. He remembered little bits of our dance…our kiss. He was jubilant and grateful for the regained memories but admitted to wanting more.

“I want them back, Brian. They’re mine and I want them back,” he’d said, voice thick with emotion and happy tears in his eyes. I silently vowed to do everything I could to make that happen.

I wondered if the truth I’d finally given him had played a part in shaking loose his brain. I hoped so; but, then…I felt so guilty about not telling him sooner. I couldn’t help but wonder if my keeping the truth from him for so long had hindered his healing…his regaining of those precious memories.

Nathan shifted beside me and I realized I’d drifted off into thought again, “It’s just been…a long couple days.” I said.

“It’s more than that, Brian,” Nathan said softly. Nathan’s penchant for reading people and cutting through the bullshit rivaled my own. He just tended to be nicer about it. Nathan didn’t have all of the hang ups that plagued me. He’d had a stable family, a good childhood and was not afraid to show his emotions. He wasn’t “over the top” in any way…he just wasn’t afraid of loving people. It took awhile to get used to. But I found it was something that I secretly admired about him, how easily he told our friends that he felt at home with them, how he was so easily affectionate with us and open with his heart. Not that he was soft. He could just read people. He opened himself to those that he trusted but he was a vicious competitor, a ruthless enemy. If he didn’t trust someone, he had no qualms about cutting off business with them, which saved us a lot of money since becoming the manager of Babylon.

“Brian,” he poked me. I sighed. Justin and I really hadn’t discussed not telling anyone. But I knew he was insecure about all of the emotions his memories had stirred. He was afraid he’d never get them all back and he didn’t want to get people’s hopes up, most of all his own. But I knew I could trust Nathan. He knew when to keep his mouth shut. He had proven himself to be an exemplary employee and trusted friend. Nathan was well of his way to becoming part of the family. Fuck…what was I saying, Deb had already adopted him.

“Justin…regained some memories this morning,” I said softly.

“Brian….” Nathan breathed and put his large hand on my forearm. “That’s huge!”

“Justin is determined…he wants them all now.” I said, unable to keep from smiling. I wished I could express to Justin how proud of him I am. “But…he’s happy. He’s been very emotional today.”

“No wonder, Brian I’m happy to hear that. Has he decided what he’s going to do?” Nathan asked.

“He said he wants to see someone, to get some opinions and make decisions, based on that.”

Nathan patted my arm but our number was called, cutting off further discussion. But when we got to the car Nathan said, “You’re not really…talking about this with your family right now, right?”

I shook my head, “No…not till Justin’s ready. But you can talk about it with Justin if you want. He trusts you too.”

Nathan nodded.

As I pulled out into traffic I stole a glance at him, “Besides…it’s our family…not my family. You do realize Deb has adopted you right? Sorry to say this, Nate, but you’re in. No turning back now.” I teased.

He smiled, “I’m honored.”

“That won’t last.”



Adam’s POV
Allegheny General Hospital parking lot, Pittsburg, PA
Monday April 10, 2006 3:45 PM

My ass was getting a cramp. I’d been waiting for him all day, hidden in the hospital parking lot, eyes riveted to the door so I wouldn’t miss him. I wondered if maybe they hadn’t called him. Maybe he didn’t know. I smiled, maybe he didn’t care. Maybe my sweet Calvin was looking for me instead.

But then I saw him, brown hair glistening, walking determinedly toward the sliding doors of the hospital. My heart fell; it looked like I would have to fight for him.

I moved quickly and when Calvin walked between the entrance for the little garden and the hospital I intercepted him, pushed him into the garden where we wouldn’t be seen.

“Adam!” he exclaimed and tried to wriggle free. “What are you doing here? Why did you hurt Emmett?”

His face was angry, but I’d expected that. I just had to make him see…this wasn’t my fault. It was his!

“Calvin! How can you say that? You have to know I wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t pushed me. You flaunted him…dated him, bragged about him! How could you hurt me like that? You know that people talk…” I hissed, pushing him against the hedge row.

“You’re crazy, Adam. Let me go. Let me alone. Get some help!” Calvin struggled.

I pushed him away from me and turned my back, “Don’t you have any remorse…any feelings for me at all anymore, Cal?”

I heard him breathing and knew he hadn’t gone.

“Adam, you need help,” Calvin said softly.

I turned to face him, tears in my eyes, “Then help me.” Oh I was good. “This is your fault, Cal…you shouldn’t have flaunted your new boy toy and hurt me like that. How could you?”

“Adam…” his voice broke and I knew I had him.

Justin’s POV
Allegheny General Hospital, Pittsburg, PA
Monday April 10, 2006 3:45 PM

Emmett wanted the Burger Queen, but couldn’t even stomach the french-fry I’d given him so he stuck with Brian’s selections and managed about half the soup, a piece of rye toast and a few pieces of fruit.

“I’ll have the nurse put your leftovers in the refrigerator and make them promise to heat them for you later,” Brian said and left. Nathan was sprawled out comfortably in a chair at Emmett’s side. And Emmett held his hand and quietly dozed. They seemed to have bonded. They’d been getting closer but Emmett looked at him with a bit of hero worship in his eyes now. I knew Nathan had fallen for Emmett – hard. But, he was keeping it to himself. He never crossed that line and always respected Emmett’s surprisingly firm boundaries. Emmett had resolved to remain faithful, despite the long distance. I couldn’t help but wonder how this would play out after the attack.

Emmett felt stronger but was still pretty weak and on pain medication. They wanted to keep him through the week. He’d suffered a lot of internal damage as well as the breaks and bruises. They were afraid of infection and were pumping him full of antibiotics.

Ted was here for breakfast, lunch and no doubt would be back for dinner. He’d taken Emmett’s beating hard and was playing nursemaid every chance he got.

The door opened and I turned, expecting to see Brian; but, it was Calvin. He’d finally arrived. He smiled weakly at me and I watched his face when he saw Emmett’s hand in Nathan’s. Nathan slowly pulled free but I did not miss the flash of anger in the southerner’s eyes.

“Calvin, it’s…good to see you. Emmett has been waiting for you.”

Calvin nodded and looked at Emmett. His face was unreadable then. I wondered how he felt. Did he feel guilty? Brian came in then and saw Calvin.

I expected him to urge me to leave but he didn’t. He sat down and took my hand then nodded at Calvin, “Calvin.”

“Hi, Brian,” Calvin said tentatively.

Emmett opened his eyes and when he focused on Calvin he smiled. I saw Nathan shift uncomfortably. This had to be so hard for him.

“Calvin!” Emmett said groggily.

“Hi, Baby,” Calvin cooed, “How are you feeling?”

“A little worse for the wear… the doctors say I’ll be good in no time. And I didn’t sustain any permanent damage to my handsome face…so…” Emmett said with a forced smile, his voice gravely with exhaustion.

Calvin perched gingerly on the bed, he eyed the rest of us but Brian just raised his eyebrow and smiled, obviously not going anywhere. Calvin sighed and looked back to Emmett.

“Baby, I can’t…I’m so…sorry. This is all my fault,” Calvin said dejectedly. “I should have told you about Adam. I should have come clean…maybe we should have stayed low…not flaunted ourselves so much…”

I looked at Brian, something about his apology seemed off. Brian caught it too. He had a puzzled look on his face like something had struck him as odd as well. Nathan wore a matching expression. But Calvin carried on.

“I shouldn’t have provoked him like that. I should have known better,”

“It’s all right, Baby.” Emmett said tentatively, taking Calvin’s hand. “I understand wanting to break free of your past. He pulled Calvin in for a gentle hug. “We’ll get through this…I’ll help you break free of him. Brian and Nathan have seen to it that the police know exactly who he is.”

Calvin’s body stiffened and he looked at us, “You went to the police?”

“Of course…we knew exactly who attacked Emmett,” I said, “thanks to Brian.” I had told Calvin the whole story on the phone. He had listened quietly and then thanked me for calling. He said he’d get the first flight to Pittsburgh he could find and hung up.

“I guess I was just hoping we could keep this thing among ourselves…maybe…just talk to him?”

“Talk to him? Calvin…you can’t just talk to the kind of guy who can do this someone,” Nathan stood and gestured to Emmett, “especially someone you claim to love.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Harrington?” Calvin’s accent thickened as anger bloomed on his cheeks.

“What I mean is that your little boyfriend is one – sick – fuck. And…”

“Boys….” Brian said – his voice soft but firm. Nathan sat down and Calvin looked at his hands.

“It’s done, the police know who this bastard is and it is only a matter of time before he’s brought in,” Brian said, directing his comment at Calvin, “There was more than enough evidence at the scene. And Nathan’s eye witness testimony will be the final nail in this psycho’s coffin.”

Calvin looked scared and a little sad. Emmett rubbed his back, “I know it’s hard to do this to someone you thought you loved. But it is for the best. He will finally pay for what he’s done. And our lawyer says that if you testify, we can nail him for so much more. You’ll finally have justice for what he did to you, for what he did to me. We can be free,” Emmett said.

But Calvin nodded; his smile was thin and watery. I knew this wasn’t done. Now, how did we make Emmett see it before he got hurt again…or worse?

Brian’s POV
Allegheny General Hospital, Pittsburg, PA
Monday April 10, 2006 5:10PM

We were silent on our way to the cars, none of us wanting to say what each of us expected. Finally Justin broke the silence.

“Something’s up,” he said shaking his head. We stood next to the Corvette, casting covert glances around the parking lot. It gave me the fucking creeps knowing this fucker was on the loose and most likely staking out the hospital.

“I agree….Calvin did not seem like himself. He barely smiled and when Emmett told him we went to the police he looked…” Nathan searched for the word, but I knew. I knew that look well.

“Scared,” I said and they nodded solemnly.

“And he started to defend the fucker when you got angry,” Justin said to Nathan.

I opened my phone and pressed Cynthia’s speed dial.

“What’s up, Brian?” she answered. “How’s Emmett?”

“Better, Cynthia, I need you to get in touch with the head of the company that provides security for Kinnetik. They provide personal security as well; I need to discuss their services, as soon as possible.” I ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” I could hear her scribbling on a note pad.

“And I want you to call the car service – get a car and driver for Justin while he’s home.”

“Justin’s home?” Cynthia practically squealed.

“Yes, Justin is home,” I rolled my eyes and Justin smiled. “And I refuse to spend my time worrying about him getting bashed again while this sick fuck is on the loose. I want him to be able to get around without me and without having to worry. Have them meet us at Kinnetik as soon as possible. Justin wants to stop and visit his girlfriend before dinner.”

“Got it…security and car for Justin. How is Daphne anyway?”

“She’s fine, now are we done with the twenty questions?” I asked and she laughed.

“Yes, Boss. Anything else?” she asked and I could tell she was still smiling.

“No…that’s it.”

“I’ll get right on it.”

Justin poked me in the side, “Ouch! Justin says thank you,” I said and hung up with a smirk.

“Jesus, Brian, I swear sometimes you two are more like brother and sister than employer and employee,” he said laughing but sobered quickly. I imagined that I could feel Adams eyes on us, possibly peering at the band of creamy white skin on Justin’s belly that appeared when ever he stretched. It made my skin crawl.

“So…what do we do now?” Nathan asked.

I squinted up to the fifth floor where Emmett was safely tucked away, “We keep him safe. We make sure the entire family is on alert,” I eyed Justin, silently daring him to complain about me assigning him a driver. “And we do what the police haven’t been able to do…draw him out into open then hand him over on a silver platter. He’s been in contact with Calvin…I’m sure of it. Calvin can’t be trusted…but he can be used.”

“I found a new PI…he’s going to follow Calvin. Then…when Calvin makes contact with Adam…we’re going to stalk the stalker and lead the police right to his door.”

It was warm, the sky was cloudless and the perfect shade of blue. But as we stood there making plans in the April sunshine, I felt a chill at my back.


Justin’s POV
Daphne’s Apartment, Pittsburg, PA
Monday April 10, 2006 6:35PM

“Daphne, I can’t eat another bite, Brian will be here in a half hour. We’re supposed to meeting Mom and Molly for diner.

“Awwww, come on Jussie…just one more?” Daphne giggled. “You always used to love my brownies.”

God I missed her.

“Fine…one more little taste,” I agreed and flopped down onto the ratty sofa in the tiny living room of Daphne’s apartment.

“So…you said on the phone you have something big…so…dish.” Daphne said as she dug another brownie out of the pan.

I sighed, not knowing where to start.

“I think I remembered the prom.”

Daphne’s eyes got huge and glistened with unshed tears. I thought she would scream or squeal but she just took my hand and breathed, “Oh my God, Justin.”

I couldn’t help but grin as I filled her in on the details.

“I can’t believe he was there every night…why didn’t he tell you?”

“He said he didn’t want me to see him so weak and scared.” I shrugged.

She nodded and nibbled thoughtfully on a Brownie, “So, is it all back? Can you remember everything?”

“No…just, feelings and flashes. I remember Brian’s face, the feeling of his arms around me, the song; and I remember thinking that it was the best night of my life. But, most of all, I remember it being the first time I was sure of Brian’s love for me.” My voice broke and Daphne hugged me.

“I always wondered what would have happened had that ass hole not bashed your head. That was the moment I knew Brian loved you too. And when you lost that memory, I always wondered, would you have been so insecure about his feelings for you? Would you have left him for Ethan?” Daphne murmured into my neck. I wondered those same things. But I couldn’t allow myself to dwell on them. Brian and I had come so far and been through so much.

Daphne pulled away and wiped her eyes then handed me a tissue. She looked at me and smiled and we laughed together.

“I’ve been so emotional all day,” I said.

“You’re always emotional.”

“Even more so.”

“So, what are you going to do?” Daphne asked.

I shrugged, “Talk to someone I guess. I want them back, Daph. Brian said he’d help me find a way,” I said softly.

She squeezed my hand in hers. “I’m here for you too, Justin.” We sat in silence a few moments, just thinking. Daphne had told me a million times what had happened on that dance floor. But I think a part of me was afraid to remember. I was afraid that the reality wasn’t as ridiculously romantic as they said it was. But now I knew it was and I wanted every single memory of that night back – the good and the bad. Because then I knew that those memories were worth fighting for. And I wasn’t afraid anymore.

“So, where’s your roommate?” I asked, looking for a subject change. It could be overwhelming if I thought about it too long.

“Class,” she’s got mainly late ones because of her job. She goes to Carnegie-Mellon. Actually she’s in one of Ben’s classes….she’s a lesbian.” Daphne said with a little wiggle to her eyebrow and I laughed.

“Still trying to decide which team you want to play for, Daph?”

She wrinkled up her nose and shook her head, “Naaa. I like cock too much.”

“Ewwww, Daph!”

“What? Didn’t you just tell me – blow for blow – exactly what you and Brian did at that hot club?”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because you think it’s hot.”

Daphne looked offended but her face broke into a huge smile before nodding, “Yeah…I do.”

We dissolved into a fit of giggles and when we calmed down she poked me with her toe, “So, how is Emmett?”

“He’s better. They don’t expect him to have any permanent damage. But he had a lot of internal injuries and his recovery will be a long road. They’re really worried about infection, so he’ll be in the hospital at least the rest of the week.”

“Daph, I know Brian told you about the guy who did all of this at the hospital last night.”

“Yeah, he said it was Calvin’s ex. That’s horrible!”

“Listen, we have reason to believe that he’s been in contact with Calvin. And that he might try and retaliate against one of us, probably Brian, Nathan or myself for going to the police. But we want all of you guys on high alert.” I fished Adam’s picture out of my jeans and showed it to her. “Until this guy is caught, be careful. Don’t let your guard down.”

“This is him?” she asked and I nodded.

“Okay…I’ll be careful, Justin.”

“I don’t really expect that he would target you…but I don’t want to take any chances,” I said softly and she smiled at me.

“You better be careful too, Justin,” she said, her voice taking on a serious tone.

I laughed, “Of course…Brian hired a car and driver for me while I’m home,” I said rolling my eyes. “And of course, the drivers for this company are all black belts in karate and probably ninjas or something.” I said and she laughed.

“He’s just looking out for you, Justin; keeping you safe.” Daphne said. “He loves you very much. You know...he calls me sometimes, when he misses you I think, just to check in and make sure things are okay.” Daphne giggled, “He always asks me if I’m doing well in school and if I have enough to eat.”

I smiled, imagining Brian checking up on Daphne, “He takes care of people…it’s what he does, even though he’d never admit it,” I shrugged.

“He always has a wistful tone to his voice, like he wants to talk about you. So I always ask how you are. I think it makes him feel connected to you.”

“Yeah, but he loves you too, Daph.”

“Of course he does!” Brian’s voice resonated in the little apartment as he strode in. “But what the fuck is this unlocked door bullshit, kiddies? Anyone could just waltz right in here.” Brian walked in with a scowl but I exchanged a look with Daphne and her face was lit up. She didn’t miss the endearment wrapped in Brian’s scolding. But she knew well enough to let it go.

“Sorry, Brian; but, when I saw it was Justin I lost all my good sense.” She smiled up at him and he bent his long frame to kiss her cheek.

“Just be careful, okay?” he said, looking into her eyes. She blushed, but nodded.

Brian looked devastatingly handsome in his black jeans and freshly pressed white button down. I could see the hint of his wife beater under it and smiled up at him as he bent to kiss me. I could smell the faint scent of his aftershave and the feel the warmth of his skin.

“Oh! I have something for you two!” Daphne said, standing up and running back the hall to her bedroom.

Brian sat beside me on the couch and pulled my legs into his lap. He was eyeing my shirt with a smirk.

“What?” I said looking down as he reached out to dust the brownie crumbs from my shirt.

“You do know that we’re going to dinner in a few minutes right?”

“Blame Daphne, her brownies are the best,” I said.

Daphne came out with a little white envelope and handed it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“You have to open it silly,” she said. “I wanted to give it to you in person, so I’m glad you came home…even if… it was for…you know,” Daphne fidgeted. I opened the envelope and pulled out the thick creamy paper inside.

“Oh Daph!” I exclaimed, reading her graduation announcement and invitation. “Of course we’ll come!” I jumped up to hug her and she started crying. I’m so proud of you.”

She held on to me and heard a muffled, “Thank you,” in my ear.

I laughed, “Why are you crying?” I asked, and pulled away to look at her face. Brian was reading the invitation.

“It’s huge ya know? Graduation…then med school…it’s all a bit overwhelming. I never thought I’d make it this far….and we rarely see each other now…when I go away to med school who knows when we’ll get the chance and…” Daphne’s tears started again and I hugged her.

“Daph…” I whispered, knowing that Brian was listening. “It’s Hershey, Pennsylvania…not the moon. When I was leaving for New York, Brian told me… "It's only time." I didn’t really understand what it meant at the time. But, now I get it. It doesn’t matter how long we’re apart. Time won’t change what you mean to me. Time won’t erase what we have. We’re family and it doesn’t matter if it’s a day, a month, a year or forever – I’ll always love you, Daph.” My voice cracked and she hugged me tighter.

Brian shifted and tugged on the belt loops of our jeans, pulling Daphne and I into his lap. “I also told Justin that when you care, you make time.” He smiled up at Daphne then at me, “Make time.” Brian’s voice was husky and Daphne’s face went soft when she looked at him. I wondered if my face looked like that when I looked at him too.

“And of course we will be at your graduation,” he said, dumping us unceremoniously onto the couch and getting to his feet. “I will, of course, wear something unbelievably hot. Justin will try not to have paint stains on his clothes and we will cheer the loudest when they call your name.”

Brian’s POV
The Bistro on 3rd, Pittsburg, PA
Monday April 10, 2006 9:40PM

“Jennifer?” a tall, blond hunk was smiling at Jennifer from across the room, calling her name. She looked up and smiled back and I felt sparks. I looked over at Justin who was just polishing off his dessert and knew he’d felt them too. Justin’s eyes appraised the man as he moved across the room.

Oh shit, here we go again.

“Jennifer, how are you?” the hunk said, smiling warmly.

“Shawn, Hi!” Jennifer exclaimed as she rose to greet him and was swept up in a hug. “What are you doing in Pittsburgh?”

“I’m here visiting family actually. It’s good to see you,” Shawn eyed Justin and I, then pulled back a little. “I’m sorry to interrupt your dinner.” He nodded politely at us and let Jennifer go.

“Oh, Shawn, let me introduce you to my daughter Molly, my son Justin and his partner Brian.” Jennifer said. To Shawn’s credit, he never batted an eyelash when she introduced us. He just shook our hands and smiled.

“Justin, it’s nice to meet you. Your Mom tells me that you’re going to be the next Michelangelo,” Shawn said. Justin smiled and tried to look modest.

“Well, you know how Moms are,” he said politely and accepted Shawn’s handshake.

“Boys, this is Shawn Hennessy. He works in the Boston office of Foundations Reality.” It was the only explanation she offered. I glanced at Justin and saw his lips thin into a forced smile.

Shawn turned his attention to Jennifer and Justin looked at me, “I have to use the restroom,” he mumbled and left the table.

Molly leaned over and whispered, “Is Justin pissed?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“He’s cute.”

I smiled and nodded, “Bit too old for you, don’t you think?”

She smiled back, “Never stopped Justin.”

I stuck my tongue out at her and downed the last of my wine, “I think I’ll go check on your brother. You okay?”

She smiled and nodded, “Yep. Dad’s an ass. Mom should have a little fun,” Molly wiggled her eyebrows at me and I had to laugh to myself as I searched for the bathroom.

It was going to be fun watching her grow up.

The bathroom looked empty but as I walked near a stall in the back, a pair of hands reached through the door and pulled me in. Justin pushed me against the wall and his lips pressed urgently against mine. I forgot why I had come in as his tongue begged entrance and my cock sprang to life.

I opened my mouth to his needy kiss and took his tongue inside, letting him fuck my mouth. The hard ridge of his erection pressed into mine. My hips moved, found his rhythm. My hands cupped his ass, pressed him closer. I could have gotten off like a horny teenager, writhing against him. I almost did. But he pulled away abruptly, tearing his mouth from mine to kiss a trail down my neck as he swiftly undid my pants.

My cock sprang free and bobbed between us. On his knees, Justin groaned and tasted my tip, gently swiping his tongue around the rim before taking me in. Lips plump and rosy around my cock, he took me deep. I watched him suck me through lust heavy lids. He looked up at me then, eyes wide. Justin relaxed his throat, silently begging me to fuck his sweet mouth.

With a moan I grasped his head and fucked him, pushing deep into his throat. I could feel him moaning around me and watched as he jerked off. He was such a slut for my dick down his throat.

“Christ, Justin, take it,” I whispered.

He moaned in response and I was coming before I realized it. He closed him mouth around me, drinking up my come then pulling back so I could watch it shoot across his tongue. He came a second later, his face contorted in ecstasy.

Recovered, but still slightly wobbly, Justin got to his feet and kissed me. I brought his hand to my lips and lapped his come from his fingers. We kissed, the taste of us making me want to turn him around. But he nibbled my lips and did up my pants; then, with a mischievous smile, walked out of the stall. I heard him quickly wash his hands and leave.

I was left in the bathroom stall, breathless and still wanting more.

Oh that little twat would pay when we got home.

I returned to the table just as Jennifer was saying goodbye to her friend.

“Bye, Shawn!” she called after him then turned to us with a smile.

“Anyone for coffee?” she asked.

Molly spit out her soda laughing and Jennifer looked around the table.

“What?” she asked.

“He seemed nice,” Justin said, pouring himself a glass of wine and I shook my head. Dinner with the Taylors was always an adventure.