We all sat around drinking and smoking some pot and doing some lines of coke and talking about d**gs, sex and rock-n-roll. After all this was the 70�...s. The girls were doing some 10mg Valium and drinking Bacardi Rum that Don had brought with him. They were sitting on the living room couch catching up on latest gossip. Later that night I had notice that his girlfriend and my Ex-wife were pretty shot and told Don they just needed to stay. The girls decide they were pretty fucked up and had decided. She left the bathroom, and returned wearing the shirt again, she gave me the dressing gown. She led the way downstairs.There was a bag on my kitchen table. "Do you eat Indian?" Love it." Good."She drew some plastic boxes covered in frost and a bag of rice from the bag, and started clattering pans and beeping the microwave."Sally." I asked hesitantly, "There is a spare room upstairs. I was thinking..."She paused."Would I have to sleep in the spare room?" Of course not."We looked at each other.. You also talked about new curtains and blinds. I specifically recall you not liking the carpets, but you haven’t made a decision to go with wood floors or a new carpet. True?”“Yes to all of that, Mom, but what difference does that make?”“Simple, daughter, it will be far easier on both of you if you get all of that done before you move in. You are both fine where you are right now. Stay where you are until the work is done.”“I think she’s right, Alicia. I’ve heard horror stories about living in. 2 weeks ago my brother had moved out. He had lived with me for 5 years, we actually became best friends, but now he found a girl – HOT – and after 6 months of dating they decided to move in together. Good for him, lots of sex with a really hot girl, any time he wanted. but me, I was alone. I was 31, no girlfriend, no brother to hit the bars with and pick up some drunk chicks, and not many friends. Im good looking, just under 6 foot tall, 185 lbs, broad shoulder, kind dark green eyes, and rugged.