He missed the days where he could rock out with his band. When he got married he and Sora felt that he needed to be responsible and find a more stable...career. He left the band and became a cadet for the Japanese space program. He spent his days preparing for a space mission that might never happen.Matt went out to the balcony and began playing the guitar quietly. His fingers against the stings bought back many memories of playing gigs and screaming fan girls. He began to play a little more. “Ya know, Charlie ... a lot of crazy shit happened today, and I just wanted to make sure that you’re not regretting heading out to Jack’s with me.”“Well...” I began, “it was definitely unexpected,” I admitted, “But it was also very real ... There was a shitload of fantasy involved, but for the most part, bullshit was kept to a minimum.”“Yeah, I know what you mean. One thing I’ve learned from my trips to Jack’s is that it’s hard to sling bullshit when you’re standing there buck naked in front of. Randy had finally gotten himself a buck.They didn’t stay for a second deer, even though that wasted a tag. Nor did they spend a lot of time processing the carcass, except to field dress it and quarter it. Randy wanted the antlers, still mounted to the skull, if possible, so they kept the head. Bob figured they could skin it at home, exposing the bone. Then they could search the internet for instructions on how to preserve the skull.They got back home a mere twenty-four hours after they had. And I could see why.He wasn't exactly a dick stiffener. But he was kind of cute.Slim.Friendly face.Nice legs encased in silky stockings. Short skirt. And someskyscraper heels that he managed quite well."Welcome to Late Vocation, sir. My name is Linda. I presume you knowabout our strict, age policy." Yes," I said, and I showed him my proof of age.He looked at it, then back at me.It was kind of flattering. He didn't think I was 50 yet.I was being reverse-carded.Linda made a copy of my ID.