We’re tied together now – Jack, DeVille and me. Like the Mexican standoff in The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. An eternal triangle. We’re standing within a stone circle, diametrically opposed. It’s a game of looks now, watching and waiting to see who makes the first move. All I know is, I have no intention of ending up in an unmarked grave. And mutually assured destruction benefits nobody.
Or it’s like the end of The Italian Job, where the gold is at the front of the bus, the people are all in the back and the vehicle is balanced on a precipice. One wrong move and the whole shebang will tip over the edge.
That’s what this is.
Checkmate.
And this is what I’m taking away from this whole little adventure.
Sex is the great equalizer.