Please let's fix this," he says. I melt at the guilt in his voice. He means it. I mean, he means it every time but this time he really means it. He kn...ws this is the last straw. Our last chance before we know it can't be fixed anymore. I nod and he smiles in relief. Without even discussing it any further, or even mentioning the fight, he starts to undress me and himself as he desperately kisses my lips. Deja Vu...This isn't any different from the last make up...or the one before...or the one. As much as I would've loved to have been up close and personal, there was something erotic about simply observing and wondering what was being said. She looked so sexy and slutty, and even a little desperate sitting at the bar alone, chain-smoking her Misty 120's, flirting with guy after guy. Multiple guys passed by, talking with her for just a few moments, one single drink, before moving on to the next bar or the next girl. Finally, after a couple of hours and one bar change, Mom found her. I asked her when she got off and suggested we meet at a nearby Starbucks (a good, neutral location) for coffee. I wasn't too surprised when she accepted in spite of there being at least a ten-year difference in our ages.She was so new to the area that she did not know how to get to the Bucky's, so I told her I would meet her in the parking lot and she could follow me, in spite of it being just around the corner. Once in the Starbucks, I paid for her coffee (actually, one of those fru-fru. And look at the old fashioned flaps, how funny. Like there's really any use for those these days." I hand't noticed them, but you're right. Very funny."Joe paid for the footies and turned to be ambushed by a kiss on each cheek from the girls, then they spun and headed out of the store."I think you just became a front runner for favorite uncle, he he," said SamJoe chuckled and the followed the girls out of the store and to the mall doors. Once at at the doors they all noticed that the clouds.