Since it was Saturday night, a lot of couples were out riding, bar hopping. Frieda saw some of her friends and we were soon off to another bar. I felt...a little out of place at the next place we went to, as I was the only guy except for a rather large, but obviously gay bouncer. As soon as we were inside, Frieda was hollering. "Hey Sam, where's that cunt, Sam, she has to pay up, come on out you cheap dike and buy my guy a beer."A female, dressed mannish with short hair, came out a door behind. The hands on my watch crawled closer to the appointed hour. I guess there is nothing as efficient in making a man doubt his motives as having time to kill. Why was I here in the first place? Hiding behind a screen to watch my ex-wife destroy the last spark of affection left inside my sorry excuse for a heart. Why — after two years, for Christ's sake — did I still have this seething need to get back at her? I should have thrown away the pathetic box and the gruesome picture. Better yet — I. I could see several guys looking at us as more entered the theater. There must has been around twenty by now. One nice looking man about Jeena's age was watching particularly closely from three rows in front.of us. He gave me am "Is it okay" look and I nodded. When he got up, I could see that he was over six feet tall and fairly fit. He walked up our aisle and sat down to Jeena's right. She pretended not to look at him and stared at the screen.In only a few seconds, with one false start, he put. "I try to explain to them but do an inadequate job, "It's sort of like a wolf but also like a lady. A lady combined with one of the most beautiful wolves I have ever seen."Now Liz gives me the same crazy look that Maria did and then...Present – Liz – In the equipment roomJens's eyes roll back, she becomes unconscious again and I can only assume Jens has re-connected to Ben because she's smiling and looks more content than I have seen her in months.I get a crazy idea, look at Maria and ask,.