Home, job, the hope of any sort of normal life. All his friends were people like himself, acquaintances really, people he had met at conventions held...for superhero fans. He hadn't had a real friend since the fifth grade when Calvin Hamilton had defended him from the bullies that had tagged him with that embarrassing nickname.He collapsed across the concrete-like bed with a stifled sob.Barris Newcombe had the misfortune to have both a first and last name that lent themselves readily to puns. . I could wish I knew what it was for I would avoid it like the plague.I spent the week at the same library using my CAD app on my laptop to draw what the Monastery looked like centuries ago. I was sending all of my efforts back to the home office. They could see what I was doing every day as I uploaded the day's files each night. I tracked down a couple of photos taken in the late 30's, but they were grainy.I was directed by my firm to take time off on the weekends to see sights and enjoy. My wife got a strange glazed look in her eyes and immediately screamed NO WAIT... followed by a long pause. Then as quiet and innocent as can be she told him "I've never been touched by another man before, I've been with my husband since I was 12.... I mean you don't have too, but...." just then he turned back around and shut the door. I couldn't stand it any longer, they were both LITERALLY feet from where I was hiding, the tension was much more than I could have ever imagined, sure I had. Amanda looked toward her closet, “What to wear to a Halloween Rave?” she said to no one in particular.Sir must have still been active as she responded, “I’m sorry Goddess would you like me to look that up for you?” Amanda giggled.Clothes went flying from Amanda’s closet, “Nope… Nope… Yuck why do I still own that… Er…. Nope… Maybe…” Half of her closet must have found its way from the hanger to in front of or modeled on Amanda before she finally found the black and white checked thigh length.