He was humming when he walked back into the house:
“And here I find you on my moonbeam, child,
A wide-eyed sweet with a taste for something wild…”4
June 1974
They say that even once a mind begins to slip away, there are things in life that the heart will hold on to forever. For Gerry, as Mark led him deeper into the motor home, walking backwards and keeping a gaze that seemed as disorienting as the fabled tractor beams of space movies everywhere, it would be Mark’s smile. A slight sneer, somewhat cocky, and yet so unbelievably sexy—it was an expression that had Gerry’s insides both knotted in apprehension and piqued with anticipation.