.. you know... the immorality of it?"Maureen shrugged. "Did she show you any sympathy when she took you to the pig party?" she asked. "Did she care th...t you stormed out in the middle of it? Did she ever talk to you again after that, even in passing?" No," he said."Not until last night, when she wanted something for you. Fuck that bitch. This is nothing more than what she and everyone like her deserves. You reap what you fuckin sow in this life."Eric had nothing to say to that. Maureen's. From his name, I'd conjured up the image of an older man, but the reality was very different. Tall and debonair with broad shoulders, he cast a dark shadow over my dimly-lit booth. I saw a thin-lipped smile and, beneath bloodshot eyes, dark shadows of exhaustion. Studying his physique more thoroughly, I was impressed. Although bulky, I didn't think bodybuilder, more long-distance swimmer. His torso tapered to a narrow waist and even the expensive-looking long coat couldn't disguise the fluidity. He used his free time to edit his newest work with Kayla. All of a sudden, he saw a familiar yet attractive face.“What’s up, Sammy?"“’Sup, Megan?"Megan Simpson was like a little sister to Sam Prescott. Megan had a crush on him... But then again so did every girl. He was so nice to her, they became friends. So much so that Sam was one of the first people she came out to about her sexuality. Ironically they kissed once, before Kayla came in the picture.“So, I heard you and Kayla got a thing going. TO HER RELIEF, THEY FINALLY ARRIVED AT THE RESTAURANT. AS THE WOMAN GOT OUT OF THE CAR, AND HURRIED INSIDE TO RETRIEVE HER GLASSES, THE OLD GEEZER YELLED TO HER "WHILE YOU'RE IN THERE, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET MY HAT AND THE CREDIT CARD."THIS COMING WEEK IS NATIONAL SENIOR MENTAL HEALTH WEEK. YOU CAN DO YOUR PART BY REMEMBERING TO CONTACT AT LEAST ONE UNSTABLE SENIOR TO SHOW YOU CARE.I HAVE NOW DONE MY PARTHockey Fans all over the world will understand this Joke.Dear AbbyI am a crack dealer in.