Wouldn’t that be something? Would it be prayer-fucking? Things like that kept his life interesting because the work he did certainly wasn’t and he...had few other interests to stimulate his mind.That brings us back to the opening sentence of this narration. He just had to figure out how to asked them in a way that would encourage revealing responses. After discarding quite a few approaches, he finally decided that the simpler the better, but it must be encouraging and nonconfrontational.The next. Well, maybe I would let him and his friends know I was back in town. Maybe I would. The pain I was feeling now was loss, the loss of my daughter and my place in her life. I needed to do something to get rid of the pain! I sat in that motel room, the past rewinding in my head as the details of my humiliation played over and over. Each time, I got just a little more angry and I felt my control fighting a losing battle. I waited until about ten that evening before I gave up and gave in to my inner. We got to the pub about the same time and he came to me in the parking lot. All smiles, he looked about six-foot, a little on the husky side, and was balding with some salt and pepper hair. He wore a black coat and jeans.Taking my arm, he said, “So glad you actually came,” and we walked into the bar.We started with familiar small talk, chatting about his work, and then he said he was divorced and his kids were older. But, as the drinks kicked in, he told me he that he used to swing with his. The dinner was delicious, of course. Mom made a baked fish and pasta that was absolutely delicious, and of course, I ate enough for three people. Coupled with the bottles of wine that we drank, both before and during dinner, the combination made everyone mellow and plenty sleepy for early evening. After dinner, we all moved outside and sat around the fire pit as we had done every night, just enjoying the weather and the ambiance of our little spot of vacation heaven. Dad fell asleep about.