No strings attached was the unspoken game that was being played and what more could I expect with only two nights in town. A weekend away from home to celebrate my birthday in Myrtle Beach, that’s where it all started. That and drawing a stranger in a dive bar. My need for him grew strong with every stroke of the pencil against the page of my sketchbook. Then when his lips touched mine, it made me want to do more than mark a blank page with graphite. This weekend might have started with a sketch, but it was going to end with goodbye taillights.