We pulled into Mark’s house and one thing struck me. Where was Tracy? I quickly excused myself and texted her. A reply came back that she ended up s...ck and couldn’t find me, so she went home. The last text was about having fun and enjoying myself. A pang of guilt came across my conscience. My love was not with me. But then again, it also spared my agony of watching one of my friends having his way with my love. We went downstairs to shoot some pool and have a couple of drinks. I quickly whipped. "He covered the mouthpiece with his hand. "She's going to get the file on that house," he told me. "Who is this bitch anyway?" Maybe I'll tell you someday," I said cryptically.He shrugged and went back to waiting. A minute or so passed. Finally he began to listen again. "Yes, that's right," he told Anita. "My wife and I would like to take a look at that house as soon as possible. Is there any chance you could show it to us, say today about one o'clock?"He nodded, completely into the drama he. At that time the doorbell rings. I go open the door and there are these two young construction worker women – perhaps in their early twenties. They ask for water in a very apologetic and requesting manner. I sense an opportunity immediately – anyway there is no one home. At home, my attire is a banian and dhoti.So I go to the kitchen in the pretext of getting water. There I quickly get rid of my underwear, out of the sight of the two girls, and then adjust the dhoti such that it is hanging by. The man said something that made Todd laugh and the two of them downed their shots together. Max just looked at his glass. Like Janice's glass across the table from him, it still contained all its light brown liquid from the moment it was set in front of him. Amber would know he'd been at a strip club, he didn't want to make the looming showdown with his wife any worse by being drunk as well.Max sighed. His life was a series of ifs. If only he'd been partnered up with someone besides Todd when.