Chapter 2
For the next several weeks, Bobby went about his business in a rosy haze sparkling with fairy dust. Doyle and Fiona were there every day, watching, listening, and often asking questions. Especially Fiona. Bobby learned she was older than she appeared, almost ten, and her “brilliant” could have described her intellect and curiosity.
As for Doyle, he was as bright as his niece and equally charming. Bobby’s dreams moved swiftly from Orr to Doyle and became more erotic and explicit every night. He woke each morning with a hard-on and could hardly wait until the CRV the three Irish visitors were now using came purring down the lane.
The big bear guy, who was called Liam, got out to take Fiona’s power chair off the rack at the back and then seemed to disappear. Sometimes, Bobby saw
