I was also starving. And I really needed a drink. The more Ithought about my situation the less sense it made. I had been a goodhusband to Becca. I di... verbally abuse her on occasion, but I neverstruck her. I made sure that she always had everything that she wanted.Why was she doing this? Was I really only a means to an end? Was shereally only after my money the whole time?Sure, I had TV to keep my company, but it's kinda hard to focus onwatching the Hawks play when you're forced to wear. In the past there have been times where the beach was so packed that they were barely two feet from anyone else all around. Today isn’t so bad. The closest person seems to be at least a hundred yards away.As Chance begins setting out the blanket, Rory is stripping off her clothes. Beneath she is wearing a basic multi-strapped bikini top and bottom. Chance’s eyes settle on her, once again something he does without thinking. His mind begins analyze the swimsuit, picking out how it is built so. Noises from the kitchen that had awoken her continued to waft into the living room. She huddled on the couch afraid to look at Leon, or be seen by him."If you want to eat, come to the table," Leon said in his no-nonsense manner.Matilda sighed and rolled onto her back. She stared at the ceiling wondering what was to become of her. Sighing again, she swung her legs off the couch and sat up. Leaning forward, she rested her forearms on her knees with her head bowed. She shook her head, letting her. “Yes, I know. My friends were supposed to meet me here and I guess they ditched me. It’s not the first time so I brought champagne to keep me company this time.” She pulled out a cheap bottle from her side bag and wiggled it a little. “Do you mind if I just drink over by you since the bar is closed?” Matt thought no one would be there for hours and no one would have to know this poor ditched girl had a few drinks. “Sure, why not, let me get you a glass for that.” He walked around the bar and.