_My my my. Baby you’re my cup of tea.My my my, baby what you do to me._ The opening lines to ‘Start It Up’ by Robbin Ford. The band came back in...and off we went. We tore through the opening set and had the place in a frenzy when we slid into ‘All Night Long’ the song was grooving along when Rod Strong stopped playing guitar during a really cool guitar riff.Everybody was wondering what was going on because the riff kept playing as Ryan lifted his hands up and pointed to the side of the stage.. Not this day. With no rest and unknown news on the horizon, no one was smiling. The appointment was at nine this morning, so we got ourselves cleaned up, fed, and out the door. The cleanup, which normally consisted of Cindy and me having fun and committing copious groping in the huge walk in shower we had in our master bath suite was a somber clean and dry operation today.The doctor’s staff had us taken right in and set up in an exam room. After getting her vitals recorded the doctor came in. Bretts jaw nearly hit the floor. “You mean you saw me all along?!”. She looked down in innocence then slowly lifted her eyes to meet his, a sickly innocent look. “Uh huh. I’ve seen you around a lot lately, noticing how you cycle slowly past my house, like you’re hoping for a glimpse of something. So I thought I’d give you a glimpse and see what happened. And here you are. In my house.” She said sweet as sugar.Brett felt angered “Fuck you set it up?! You must be twisted lady!”. His eyes now. “James, no matter what you say, she is not going to come back to you. What is your goal going to be if you aren’t getting her back? I won’t stand by and let her be hurt and I’m not sure that I can stop Lynn from killing you, if you do hurt her.”“You’re serious about Lynn?”“James, you were there yesterday! Did you think that she had a toy gun? She is a dead shot with that Glock. She would gladly trade her life for Erin’s, or Blossom’s or mine. But when you walked out on Erin, she and Lynn became.