Oops, my bad. What have I done?
I’ve interrupted you on purpose. Haven’t I? Shame on me.
Shame. Shame. Shame.
I’m such a bad bad bad bad neighbor.
He looks up from his cell phone. “Lance. What brings you over here?”
Nervously, he fumbles his phone in his hands and immediately turns it off. Before he shuts it off, I see a half-naked dude on its glowing screen: muscular, hard-packed, no shirt, hairy-chested like me, suntanned and golden brown like me, blond like me, blue-eyed like me, Caribbean Sea backdrop behind the sun-dude’s frame, lemon-colored bikini covering hard junk shaped like a banana. Filth. Absolute filth on his phone.
Oh my God, what have I walked in on?
“I need to borrow a tool, Mike. It’s Mike, right? Mike Danning?”
Lost in the garage’s shadows, does he push away a bo
