“So why did Miss Shane come visit us tonight?”

I whipped my head around and stared at him in shock.

“What? I figured out you were a girl like a year and a half after we met. It took me a while, but I figured it out eventually.”

I shook my head and scoffed, “Why the fuck did you never say anything?”

“I don’t know, I figured you had a right to lead your own life. And if that was how you wanted to live your life, then who was I to knock it? But I did wonder why you kept servicing guys after I saw you a couple times with girls…”

I laughed, “Yeah well, the girls didn’t pay quite as well as the johns… or pay at all.”

“Which totally never made sense to me, because the few times I saw you, you certainly were doing all the work without any reward. You should have at least made some cash out of the transaction!”

I leaned over and nudged him with my shoulder, shrugged, then took a swig of vodka before offering the bottle to Kevin. He took it, pulled out a joint from his pocket and handed it to me before taking a large gulp of vodka. I lit the joint and we sat there silently watching everyone else play in the water.

“So where is Clive these days? I ran into him a couple months ago but…”

Kevin inhaled deeply for a moment. “His mom again. Man, that guy is whacked! If I had a parent who kept swooping in to save me, I’d have cleaned up my act a long time ago!”

I took the joint and inhaled. “Yeah, well, it’s usually when you don’t have something that you appreciate it.”

“Which is exactly why I don’t understand what you’re doing here. You got out. You’ve pulled yourself together. I mean, I understand tradition and nostalgia and all that, but what the fuck man? Why are slummin’ with us tonight?”