I cited my lack of experience, never having been on stage in my life. Becky's response was that I would be perfect for the part and that she would hel... me learn it. I complained that I could not miss eight nights of study and still maintain my grades. Becky said that since it was a bit part I could study while waiting for my turn to perform. I finally told her what was really bothering me. She lifted herself and stared down at me in amazement."I said we would make up for it, didn't I, Honey?. Her fingers endlessly caressed and probed the empty ring finger at the spot where her wedding band of over ten years had been until just recently. Alone and nearly destitute, she was just sitting in her little dumpy motel room waiting ... just waiting for the official divorce notification paperwork to arrive the day after Christmas.She had nothing to do now except sit and rock away in the little desk chair. Even the old vintage television set was broken and the surly motel clerk showed no signs. All three of them." She bit her bottom lip. "Oh, Thomas, it was suddenly real, no stories anymore, no 'I'm gonna' or 'what it will be like'. It was real, it was happening, and I swear, my legs went weak. Her nostrils flared as she blew out a breath, her face heated. "My pussy just gushed at the excitement, and I couldn't talk." She smiled sheepishly. "But we weren't there for conversation," she jibed."What did they look like?" Oh, he got good ones, Ron. All tall; well, taller than me, for sure,. Miller's voice interrupted us. "No Jordan, he was a senior and usedto be on the football team."I looked up to seem him and Brett coming out of his office, Brett lookedvisibly upset. When he saw me he asked, "You okay Jordan? What were youthinking going after Clint?"Before I could answer, it was Dad that answered, "He probably wasn'tthinking about anything but protecting his friend." Brett just nodded,and Dad added, "He's been like that since he was a kid... Somethingsprobably won't ever.