McClure ‘It’s Logan. You can’t be calling your date ‘mister’ the whole time now can you? Just like I can’t go forever calling you ‘darli...’.’ My face turned red as I realized my error. ‘I’m sorry, Logan. My name’s Emma Prescott.’ ‘Emma. I like it. Nice to meet you Emma. Now that it’s official, we can finalize that invite to the ranch. When’s your next day off work?’ His question caught me a bit off guard, I had thought he was joking before. I found myself telling him my schedule anyway. ‘The. 'Who is it for, sir?' she politely enquired.'Err... my girlfriend.' I replied and blushed at the same time.'What size is she?' the lady probed.At that moment, my bottle had gone. I had no idea about women's sizes, and I was not about to say, 'Oh, she's the same size as me!'I mumbled something, turned a shade of beetroot, and left the store in a hurry.But my curiosity had been ignited. Over the next few months, I would buy women's underwear from the department store. Large was not big enough. We. " Pausing for moment, I glanced over at Ileana. "Still I wish this little dust-up could have been avoided. I am already sick of hospital food, and Amy's Mom makes the best pie."Things went downhill quick. Amy had me served divorce papers two days later. In the hospital no less, which I thought was kind of tacky.I was released from the hospital at the end of the week. I returned home to find all of Amy's possessions gone. I also found the electric and water shut off. Not to mention Amy had. I had only fifteen gallons in cans, and seven gallons in the generator itself. I only used it on really cold days, or to prevent my potbelly stove or kitchen stove from smoking and telling people someone lived out here. The generator allowed me to use the electric heaters I had brought with me.I could use it for other items, but the more load I placed on it, the more fuel I used. At fifty percent load, the generator would run for twelve hours. The more I plugged into it, the less time it would.