I take Nick's hand for a moment, give it a squeeze let go.He smiles, "You all right?" Yeah."Look to the window again, he's thinking all the same thing.... ------------------------Home AgainNick drops me off at the house, I take my bag of things from the back seat. I want to lean in and kiss him on the lips and thank him for the best weekend of my life, tell him how changed I am. How beautiful he is, what a man he is, how fucking sore I am. I want to do a cartwheel into the yard. Instead, I say. Just inside the door was a two drawer occasional table, with three little cardboard envelopes containing the key cards for rooms. Dave picked them up and saw one envelope was marked Penthouse and had the names Peter, George, and James written under the room number. He remembered that Bob had mentioned his son's name was Peter, so he made a mental note of the groom's name. He could see by the room numbers that the other two envelopes were for the floor below, the first he looked at had three. His smile was warm and playful and I couldn't help but grin back."What can I say?" Steve said. "Even the Wings can't triumph all the time. Maybe we should see if they want Sandy in goal." He feigned the most innocent naïve expression with that last comment that I couldn't help but crack up laughing."Well hopefully she'll be as hot tonight as Calgary was!" Steve nodded his head in agreement and then we were off talking about the details of last night's game, Sandy's last game, and what we. I didn’t need, or want, a steady girlfriend. She said she understood, but continued to put pressure on me to commit to her. When she started dropping by without calling, I, reluctantly, came to the conclusion that I had to do something rather drastic to run off Kissy Kat. I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was giving me no other choice. One Saturday afternoon a couple of buddies had come over to watch a college football game on TV. As expected, Kissy Kat called and wanted to come over. I.