Floating above my head is some text.William EinarLevel 3: studentThe GamerA name, a level, a class and a title…it’s like I’m in some kind of RPG... If that's the case, then there should be some kind of character sheet. The thought triggers another pop-up.45/45 HP60/60 MPSkills:Gamer’s Body: Your body is like a video game character, damage reduces your health rather than wounding youGamer’s Spirit: Everything you do will be translated into quests and skills that can be upgraded through practice. Once they were in I quickly got in mine and started the engine. “This is crazy!” I thought, “I can’t possibly be alone with these sluts, it’s only going to end with me doing something I’ll regret forever!”. As I drove to my place with the girls following closely behind me, I was preparing to tell them off as soon as we got out. Things have gotten way out of hand, and I need to stop this before its too late. I live in a small complex and parked right in front of my door, I hopped out and saw. “Yep. Old guy shut the business down when he and the equally old guys got overtaken by technology.”“Technology? What technology?” I asked.“His dad started the business after World War II with a bunch of war surplus Stearman biplanes. Guys bought complete, flying examples for a couple of hundred bucks apiece. His dad bought dozens, broke ‘em down, put ‘em in storage. Had a lifetime supply of planes and he had mechanics who could take care of ‘em. When they started being less economical, other. But for us to move past this, then she must tell her own story.”“Are you some kind of private investigator?” I asked. I just wasn’t getting it. “How do you know this?”“I’m the reason she cheated,” she said, looking at JenMy wife growled next to me but only hung her head before softly sobbing.“Randall Higgs,” Jen spat.The name meant nothing to me. I don’t know whether that made me feel better or worse. Was it a good thing that my wife’s lover’s name meant nothing to me?“Huh? Who?”“He was a.