I'd been on lunch duty, both preparation and clean-up. I was surprised that Saralinda wasn't in the room, and it left me wondering what to do with mys...lf. I wasn't sure what I felt like doing.It was a nice day, of course. I could go to the pool. Or I could get out my guitar. Or I could go see what Jake was up to, or Gary, or Joanne. I didn't mind my aimless life, but there were times when it made me feel somewhat superfluous in the universe.I was startled from my musings by the door opening. It. But as the characters on the screen kissed, it just made her feel worse. It was like he was forsaking her, and they weren't even married yet. She cried, but not for the joy she would normally feel watching a romantic movie like this.If she had known what Eve was about to do, she might have cried even more.***The room was thick with smoke, the smell of booze, and heavy metal music when there was a knock on the door."Oh crap, it's the manager. We are so busted!" said Bob."Turn that down. Quiet. Not that going outside was on my bucket list. The ‘Better to Cum than Run’ movement that gained ground politically in the twenty-second century, had promoted sex with a religious zeal, convincingly arguing that being outside was an unnecessary extravagance that took time away from fucking. And despite the historian in me knowing what Marx, Karl not Groucho, had said about religion being the opium of the people, I, like everyone else, had no qualms about staying in and embracing the joy of. If I'm being honest for a moment I caught myself wondering what it would be like to handle that monster. We all got chatting and surprisingly it moved beyond small talk quite quickly. He told us about his family and how he and his wife were at the hotel celebrating their anniversary. I could tell my wife was quite taken with him. His wife he explained was taking a nap after a long day of shopping, she apparently loved her clothes and this day she had saw a new swimming costume that she must.