I was trying to change my wife? I was trying to changeChase. Oh shit. I can't lose Chase the same way I lost my wife.I looked up at the night sky. "Gu...rdian Angel? Where are you? I need totalk to you! I just fucked up. I need a do over."Panicked, I ran into my house. I poked my head into Cindy's room. She wasdoing homework and looked at me. "Chris are you OK?"I poked my head into Mom's room. She was watching TV. "Honey, have youbeen crying? What's wrong?"I ran downstairs to the den. My dad was. I stopped, looked at her beautiful, tanned, long foot, then went upwards, saw her belly, her firm breasts and finally met her eyes. It took me a couple of seconds to scan her from bottom to top, a time long enough for the red-head and the blonde to flank me from both sides. The brunette had a wicked smile on her face, she slowly took a smoke from her cigar, never breaking eye contact, and the slowly blew the smoke in my face...- So...do you enjoy rubbing girls asses, boy? she said, with the. I can faintly hear the music coming from within the walls. It's definitely not rock and roll music, but I find that I enjoy it. Intrigued by the sound, I head down the hall. The music becomes louder until I find it's source just halfway down the hall. An open set of wooden doors lead into a large ballroom. I step inside to find the source of the music, yet the 50 foot by 50 foot room contains no other soul. The room is decorated to the hilt as if a grand ball were to begin any minute.I hear the. Hipsencased in black leather. Black eyes focused on me. Blackout. I have been holding my breath all this time I realize, feelinglight-headed ? ~ must be from all that pulsing light ~ . Themusic returns carrying the softer lights with it. My eyes did not movefrom the spot, and he is still there. Leaning against the ledge of thewall, his arms spread out on his sides, a black short sleeved shirt doing nothingto conceal, but rather framing his smooth body. He is not moving. He ison display,.