Not too long ago, I wore the skirt out to my neighborhood bar. I'm in there fairly often, and it's a nice place with an outdoor deck and a great staff...of bartenders. I hung out with some friends who frequent the bar and chatted for a while, as I indulged in some of my favorite beverages. Later in the evening, after deeply enjoying several Jack and Cokes, I noticed my good friend Alex open the door and walk into the bar. He had always flirted with me when I had a boyfriend, but I was single now.. ‘I hope this is a pit stop with a bathroom,’ she said. I had to laugh. ‘Coffee goes through faster than beer. I’ve never understood that. Coffee should be slower, it has to change color, and beer doesn’t. The mysteries of Mother Nature, who can understand them.’ Lilly looked at me for a moment and then said, ‘I thought I was the only one who thought about things like that. My theory is that coffee makes you sober and is mostly water, while beer makes you drunk and deadens the kidneys. I may. I thought ,Oh shit I,m busted and as I tried to exit off the 5 gallon bucket , ti sc****d along the floor . Fuck ! I eased back from the light coming through the airduct and then saw Amy peer down at the duct . I stood as quiet as I could she backed away and a few minutes later heard her exit her room . I bolted back to my room closed the door silently behind me and then heard footsteps coming down the basement stairs, I could her someone walking around , but stayed in my room until I heard. This happens every Submission Day, but this one is different. Abigail is a character that Meg worked long and hard for, so what if her agent doesn’t like it? Hell, what if it gets rejected? All the usual anxiety whirls into a hurricane in her head, and she’s learned three ways of dealing with it: yoga, ice cream, and/or hot, mind-blowing sex. Since Danny is at work, their freezer is sans ice cream, yoga should do.Meg pulls out her yoga mat, pops in her headphones, puts on some relaxing music,.