At least he would have Shae available to help him through the worst of it, although he hoped to get through it on his own.Last of all, but looming the...largest in his mind, was Shae herself. As much as he liked her -- and he liked her as a friend a lot -- something bothered him about her that he couldn't put his finger on. The closest he could come was to wonder if maybe she wasn't pushing a little hard, given the circumstances -- but he couldn't be sure if it was her fault or his. When she'd. "Yeah, it's been going very well these past few years, touch wood!" Hesmiled, tapping his shaved head. The announcer on the train spoke up,reading off the name of the stop just before mine. "Hey, look man. Thisnext step's mine but it'd be great to meet up for drinks sometime soonand catch up - you free this Friday?" I thought briefly and then nodded."Here, put your number in my phone and we can arrange something later,"he said, passing me the latest iPhone. I quickly entered my number andhe. I hope that it’s been worth your while,” Angie told them all abruptly.“Um, honey, if it weren’t for you, half of the fun might never have happened, so we owe you, not vice versa. Sure, you did it to be a slut, but what’s wrong with that? Yasu and I are very happy that we did it, aren’t you, honey?” Jillian said what was on her mind.“That we are,” Yasu smiled at Angie.“Baby, you’re one of the best things that have ever happened to any of us, and I hope that you know that Sam and I intend to keep. "Normally, I would just put him on the couch, but, if you don't mind, would you be willing to get him upstairs?"She turned on a couple more lights as she led the way. He seemed to wake up a bit as we went up the stairs. He pulled me to a stop and gave me an earnest look.I'm pretty sure he said, "I've got imbalance problems." For some reason, he put his hand by his crotch and stuck his pointer finger out straight. He looked sad as he let the finger droop and curl as he said, "Gats down my wife.