"Hey, Mel. I take it you're home." David, what is this about? I come home and you're gone, just like that! What were you thinking?"She heard him sigh...."I'm thinking that I'm sick and tired of the situation. You know, I didn't even know where you were and when you'd be back, always assuming that you wouldn't have to fly to some other place first. Mel, I like you too much. I don't ever want to hate you, but in the last weeks you've made that hard for me. I'm putting some distance between us for. He asked me what I was fucking doing in the closet and why the hell was I being a peeping tom!I really was at a loss for words but stammered out that I had heard them and thought it might be a burglar or something so I hid in the closet! It was a lie but a good one and I think he bought the story. He then asked me what I thought about what I had seen and I explained that he was my dad and that I didn't care what he does, so long as he liked it. I think that statement saved my ass but dad was. Just as Donna reached the patio, Sandy Malloy stepped out the back door to the house and called out, "Who wants cake and ice cream?" The girls all began to run toward the picnic table where all the paper plates and plastic ware were laid out as Sandy set the cake down.Seeing each other at the same time, Donna and Sandy simply held each other's gaze for a moment. Then, Donna glanced back at me, dipped and shook her head, flipped me the bird – evidently not caring that her daughter and friends. ‘I’ll call you next Tuesday,’ Gary repeated as he closed his door. He started the engine, reversed and then waved to her as he drove away. Rose also waved but Gary didn’t see her little tear on her cheek or even know about her damp feeling in her panties again. Gary felt that things were going so well for him that he dropped off to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Next morning he was up and about bright and early. He stopped off at the estate agents and posted his notice of termination.