” I walked into the foul smelling common room. I had been Terry’s whore here, with everyone looking. Everyone was gone, almost. There were four me... scattered about the room. Two were laying on their cots. One was at a table eating cup ramen. Another was sitting in front of a television with the sound off. I doubted its speakers worked. It was a tube television. I went to it. “Arnie?” I asked the man. He was a sad case sure, but he looked healthier than the other three.He turned his face away. I. As long as you keptyour dressing to your road trips and didn't bring it home, I was contentto turn a blind eye to it. Out of sight, out of mind kind of thinking, Iguess you can say."After a long road trip, you seemed so much more relaxed and less up-tight. It served a function. Made you more pleasant to live with and abetter father. I decided to let sleeping dogs lie."Beckie handed Georgie her empty glass and waited for him to return withher refill."Now you've come stumbling out of the closet. I hadn’t seen one of those in years. I was expecting someone in jeans and a flannel shirt working from home and I was a little surprised when she opened the door wearing a black business suit, white blouse and pearls. Her skirt was above her knees but VERY classy looking. I must have been standing there with my mouth open because she laughed and said “Hi are you Steve?”. “Uhhhh” I shook my head a little and said “Yes! Sorry.. Hi! I’m Steve with Johnson and Brown”. I. If you do copy the story, you can atleast show some respect by crediting the orignal writer : ignore the grammar, coz im writing this on a cell..The draft of this text has been read and edited by the one person I shared this experience with…..Rita(name changed), this is for U. I miss you, please come back soon. Any comments, or contact can be made on my id: am a regular reader of stories on this site and I can easily tell which ones are orignal and which ones are fake.Mine’s a true story by.