It was put into the large pot of sauce, to lend it more flavour. A trip to the pantry brought out a can of ripe olives. The fridge yielded some Asiago...cheese, and some grated Romano cheese.I had a little over an hour to spare, before the meal preparation needed my presence. I walked down to the gym and started doing some warm up stretches, before hitting the cross-trainer. Twelve minutes later, I started reps on the weight machine. Almost an hour later, I cleaned up in the shower, before. Vague promises of a world in crisis were all that you were given before being unceremoniously flung through the space between spaces. Your employer (owner, maybe? The exact nature of your relationship is still a little nebulous) has sent you as his agent to avert this crisis, though how you are meant to do that is beyond you. A year ago you were working retail; two months ago a slightly better, still hopelessly mundane job. At your most hire-able you were a whiz at Excel, but the Force That Is. "How are you this morning? He wasn't too rough with you I hope." He said as he walked into the room."He was his usual self, but we did have a surprise this morning when we woke. We were stuck together. We both fell asleep before we could pull apart last night." He looked green. I kissed him. "I don't have to go to him tonight, so I'll be here all night long." Will you be able to work today?" Yes. But you need to get to the bridge." I kissed him passionately and pushed him out the door. I heard. Mom was yelling at me and hugging Wynter at the same time. "Get your damned clothes on, Lowry." She was so pissed but I could still see her looking at my cock. I knew that look from many women in my past. She liked what she was looking at. Anyway, that could wait. I got dressed and we all sat down there in the living room.It took almost all night but the story of our separate lives was talked over and examined and we all learned about our lives from the time of the divorce until now. Finally.