I would be lucky if she’d accepted my apology, but hehe… I had forgotten my clover at home. Okey, It’s like this. Her friends witnessed this ent...re situation as it happened, as so I thought it was a trap because they were influencing my darling into the divorce. I believed that normally she would have accepted my sincere (not just an apology) but apologies for this, but with her friends being the fuel to the fire, that was near impossible to achieve. So peep this… The same friend that. Now I live in a Hummer, most of the time. I drive around the country with Don Quixote, tilting at windmills. They are bad windmills, and we beat them, too, skewering them with our lance that fires bullets. I have a home base on a Navajo Reservation. It'll be the first home I've ever lived in, that has an escape tunnel.It needs to have an escape tunnel, because Zeus is a hunted man. Hunted, for reasons I do not understand, by some group called '5225.' They almost captured him in Florida, but we. What would I do if she doesn't like it? If I do something really dumb? Hundreds of questions… So, she came to my apartment that I was staying at during my internship at about 6:30 PM. I had made all the other arrangements including a nice dinner, a candle light setting (on a 20 dollar plastic table I got at WalMart)... a bottle of Martini and Rossi’s cheap champagne, if it can be called that. Everything I could think of to make it romantic and interesting for her. She was quite stunned with all. So sultry, sensual and beautiful. A totally fitness nut, Jen could, and would, fuck for hours. She was incredible. Things were getting out of hand, though, and there were close calls. The time I just walked out their front door after being with Jen and Tom drove up, then knowing she was home, just steps away, Tom gave me a blowjob on the side of their house. The time when out to dinner, my girlfriend, Tom, Jen and I, and Jen grabbed me and kissed me outside the rest rooms, then going in, Tom.