Spotting the boy whose body he was after, Dewey nodded imperceptibly to himself. Half the enjoyment of fishing is playing the line, he thought, as he began circling his target. With his basic decision now made, he could enjoy the atmosphere of the coffee house while completing the rundown of his quarry. Shifting his weight, he moved to a spot against the far wall not quite opposite the pom’t where his prey was standing alone, smoking nervously. The electricity of the potential encounter received another boost in its level when the boy looked over as he had already done several times to verify that Dewey was staring at him. They locked eyes for a moment, until the boy again looked down nervously as he stubbed out his cigarette. Dewey waited patiently, with his eyes fixed on the boy to see how long it would take for him to look over at Dewey one more time. The issue had already been decided by their earlier recognizance of each other and the rest was a mere mating ritual. The culmination of their togetherness had already been ordained and fixed from the instant the boy i had quickened with interest from his lonely vigil of door-watching and followed Dewey with his eyes and body movements when Dewey had first walked in through the door. It wouldn’t take long, now that they were closing in on each other. From under the dark lashes, the eyes of the boy-child-man locked again with his and this time did not flicker in release.