“I like it.” “Ahhhh, a teaser,” I joked. “Nope,” Charlie responded, “I am the real deal.” Charlie was saying all the right things to p...ak my interests and her provocative attire was almost more than I could stand. Her “real deal” comment was like a challenge. I couldn’t help but respond with a bit of sarcasm. “So you’re the “real deal’?” I inquired. “Time will tell if that is true or not.” Charlie leaned forward and smiled. “You want me, don’t you?” “I don’t have times for games,” I replied. . "I really think that what happened with Melissa, my first wife, was what caused me to become so jaded about relationships later on," I theorized. "I was young, and I was actually very idealistic at that stage. I was working ridiculously long hours. Melissa had a tendency to be impulsive. Looking back at it now, there were red flags. But I didn't see them; I was naive enough to believe that we were forever. When she told me one day that she was leaving me, I was blindsided. It had a huge effect. She checked the humidifier, and discovered the level of holy water in the reservoir had gone down only slightly, even though the humidifier had been putting out a constant spray of fine mist for almost 10 hours. She topped off the reservoir as she intended to leave the humidifier operating throughout the night. She wasn’t certain if having been discovered in the basement by the evil entities if perhaps they might come for her now, seeing her presence there as a sign she had succumed to their. I was enjoying the pizza, but soon realized that I ordered the size my wife and I shared. There was much more than I was going to be able to eat. I turned on the television to one of my wife’s favorite programs. I continued working on the pizza remembering the good times we had shared while at the cabin. I put the remainder of the pizza in the refrigerator and continued watching TV. After a few hours I decided to go to bed early. The day out on the lake had tired me out.I slept well. I woke up.