"He hit his head hard on the tile floor."Corey and I moved closer. Kris removed his hand. I nearly lost my dinnerseeing the nice gash and knot in his ...ead."Guys, it may not be a laughing matter," Corey stated."It does hurt like a bitch," Kris stated in a woozy state and grabbed hishead again."Seriously dude, it was funny but you might wanna have someone look thatcut on your head," Garrett said."I'll be alright," Kris stated but not convencingly. They turned off thewater. I guess they came to. I'd already noticed the girls I worked with, but they all knew that I was married and I didn't know how to go about getting around it. Somehow I didn't think that going up to one and saying, "Hi Mary, I'm getting divorced. Want to go out?" would work all that well so I sat down and started making out a list of places I could go to meet women. I had a list of about fourteen places, but before I could start investigating the possibilities something I never would have expected happened.I was. Everyone is "Baby", "Honey", or "Sugar". She drilled me incessantly, chiding me good-naturedly whenever I slipped up, using a big word or phrase that would have been just as confusing for a street girl as all of this was to me. I was perplexed. It was all so... alien to me."Honey, I don't really have to talk like this, do I?"Kyra put it succinctly:"Baby, do you know how girls like that talk?" No." Believe me, I do; I lived it for six years. We agreed we want this experience to be authentic.. ‘Fuck him.’ Tim smiled. He wasn’t smiling three hours later, though, when he got to his apartment after shift. It was almost twelve-thirty in the morning, the streets quiet and the sky dark with clouds. He stepped from his car and, over the sound of the wind, heard whimpering from the entryway of the small apartment building. Tim strode to the entryway, trying to make out the shape huddled on the cold cement, shivering and weeping softly. ‘Jenny?’ he said. ‘It ain’t Jenny, you fuckin’.