‘Thanks C I had good inspiration for it I’m glad I’m out of the rut too.’ I said absent mindedly staring out the window of my 2 million dollar...Los Angles mansion. Ever since Zaire ran out of my hotel room up in Seattle it seemed like my music had taken a turn for the better. It was as if the thought of Zaire gave me inspiration to write from the soul. ‘Now if only I could find her to tell her how much she helped me.’ ‘Ty… Ty… Tyler?’ I heard Carla call pulling me out of my thoughts. ‘What?’. For a moment I was disappointed and glad atthe same time, how could a bunch of girls not notice a naked guy standingin their locker room?My question was answered when the group continued walking towards me,each was talking to one another about the practice session and everyonewas still in a jubilant mood. Some of the girls walked around me andcheerfully patted me on the back, whilst Nicole Richie walked towards me,forcefully turned me around and began pushing me towards an aisle oflockers. I. Now when her checks started bouncing they wouldn’t be able to call her and would soon padlock her space. Next, I used a reverse directory to look up Mrs. Haywood’s number, ‘Mrs. Haywood, my name is Greg Nelson and I’m calling for some information regarding your husband Lance.’ ‘At this time Mr. Haywood and I are separated so there isn’t much information I could give you.’ ‘I understand, that explains a lot, you see my wife left me for him this past weekend.’ She knew nothing of this and asked. It was embarrassing. No it was mortifying! He swore hewould never be caught dead in a bra and panties again.Drained by last night's orgasm, sex was the furthest thing on his mind sohis anger did not abate as the day wore on. In fact he planned how toavoid further sex with Jen. He didn't trust her one bit not to try to puthim back in girls' underwear again.That night his anger had abated to the point where he was civil to Jen.He avoided her though, going off to read a book when she turned on.