Bad men. Jenna starts screaming again. My ex slaps her, her husband smirks, the new guy blanches. She stops screaming and hangs her head, blubbering. ...he’s going to get dehydrated from all the tears and snot and drool falling out of her head. ‘Jesus Christ,’ says the guy I don’t know. He looks stricken. ‘I know you warned me, but did you really need to do that?’ ‘Yup,’ my ex says. He points at me. ‘Notice how she’s just sitting there, nice and tame? You think she was like that the first few. I'm here to bring the systems up to date on both software and hardware." Oh ... good ... I've been hoping something would happen when we heard that there'd been a take-over," he said with an obvious sigh of relief."Well, it's not exactly a take-over. Pinecone are partners with Trent Engineering now. Our job is to help you grow back to what you once were and more. It looks like we might need more than just computers and software, though. You could use a proper lunch room." Wouldn't that be. This was my chance to flex those McKesson muscles, so I was taking it while I had my chance.I flew out back to the Boston area for Thanksgiving to spend it with Chris and his family. They lived north of Boston in Wakefield, Massachussetts, on the shores of Lake Quannapowitt. The area was a mixed bag as far as scenery went, and the end of November was not the best time of year for northern Massachusetts. It rained a lot while I was there, but I didn't care. I'd agreed to come out because I. Long story short, I replied back and we got to know each other. His name was Nate. He was twenty-four and married (I was eighteen at the time) and he lived only a few minutes away; we were literally within walking distance of each other. His wife was in school and lately had been "too tired" for sex and turned him down almost every time he suggested it. The few times she did put out, the sex was adequate at best. I couldn't help sympathize with him. We chatted for a while and shared pics.