.                  June 18th, 2011: Saturday                              

  It took Tony a few minutes to think of what to say. He texted Ethan to give him a minute so he could think, that way he didn't think he had ignored him. As he thought, he slipped yet another cigarette from his pack and lit up. Might as well give Dillon a few more minutes of sleep. Finally, he started to formulate his reply.    

  Mrs. Tracey 9:30 AM: Hey Tony! Just wanted to let you know I'm coming to drop off Dillon's long acting insulin he said he forgot. Ill be over in like a half hour or so  

  "You know I feel the same, right? It's merely daydreamin'. I don't want things to change," Dillon said as he looked right into Tony's eyes. He didn't miss the spark of

  As he turned on his hazard lights and parked in front of the store, Tony took his phone from the cupholder and called Dillon to come outside. He popped the lever to open the trunk and a few moments later, Dillon came out with the cart. Together, they loaded up the Bronco and returned the cart in easily under a minute. Their teamwork was good, though they were largely spurred forward by the anticipation of what was to come. The sexual tension was so thick, Tony could have cut it with a knife. While they got in and settled, Tony blasted the AC to keep the groceries and themselves comfortably cool. Once Dillon was buckled in, he turned his hazard lights off and pulled away. To the back of the lot he went, but he had something he had to get off his chest as he moved.