And then nothing."I'm gonna' read for a bit before I go to sleep. See you in the morning." I called to the door."Okay, Dad."Wow, a reply. That never...happened. That rarely happened. That only happened when he was subconsiously filling an uncomfortable void. Something's up, I thought walking into my room. Glancing at the drawer, I noticed it was ajar about a half inch. It was closed tightly when I'd pushed it in earlier.Still couldn't wrap my head around the book as I began reading in bed. And the fucking bitch of it was, Shantella never noticed! She never fucking noticed how I was hurting, or that I hadn't even fucking touched her once. Not one god damn time! This from the bitch who says she loves me.I did my best to keep it together, but I wasn't entirely successful. Lots of my workers asked me if I had some kind of terminal illness. I wasn't sleeping or eating well and there were dark circles under my eyes.Finally, Jenny came in to my office, looking upset. "I finally got the. She turned back to the doorway and had taken one step when the door slammed shut on her. "What the hell?" she thought. She went to the door and pushed on it, ignoring her slip up around her waist. Nothing, it was locked. Remembering breaking it open the other day she threw her shoulder into it as she suddenly realized her slip was up but she felt no breeze this time. Her attempt to shoulder the door open failed, as did her next three attempts. As she grew more frightened she suddenly realized. They could be grimly disappointing. But he entertained hope that Jane would be the solution to his lack-of-pussy problem, and set aside his fears of risking a blind date and called her. Chatting with her he discovered she was intelligent and had a good sense of humor. He tried in vain to imagine what she looked like by the sound of her voice, but her laugh was husky and he figured that was a good enough sign. She said she liked movies, so he asked her out. They agreed to meet at a theater only.