We will get undressed.” They were still in their street clothes.Jack replied,“Okay and I will do the same.” I took my polo shirt and chinos off....Then my Timberlands and socks. Finally as I dialed Jack took his boxer shorts off. Jean had a big smile on her face. Jack got through to the Architect and asked, “Did we need any planning permission or change of use for the properties?” He answered, “No they are commercial properties. I will get a letter off to the Planning Department as a matter of. Once he had left they did their best to level it, and secure it, Billy wasn't sure how long it would be here. Dean had wanted to kill them and leave them to rot in the trailer. Billy had worked to calm him down, explaining how much fun jail would be. It worked. Dean agreed to give everything time.Afterwards he did his best for Micheal's nose. Which was throwing cold water in his face to clean him up. Funny, Micheal didn't like his help. Billy chuckled to himself in memory.Micheal had come awake. At least it was only a few weeks and not forever though. Once she got into her car, I watched her drive off while I walked alone back to my own car. A tear formed in the corner of my eye once the car had disappeared into the night and slowly slid down my cheek. ‘I think I love you, Shellie,’ I whispered. ***** Christmas time was a long grueling solitude that nearly sent me into madness. I missed my children and their happy faces on Christmas day and I missed Shellie dearly. Honestly, I tried. I learned the technique of opening a conversation with a stranger, with the unspoken goal of turning our innocent conversation into a nasty, nasty fuck, or BJ in an hour or so. I have learned to slow down so I don't scare the boy to death. It wasn't too long before Donnie and I were seated in the bustling, noisy student union, with my interest in fucking growing with each minute we sat there, We talked about past and future lives, and the problems we were having with this one. From where we.