"No idea, but I will think of something I'm sure," I did at least smile again. Wilson and I were finding places to fish. It was enjoyable. I was reall... learning how to relax for the first time in a long time. Problem was, it gave me too much time to think about Liam and his watery grave.I was a little depressed I knew it, but I wasn't planning to give in to it. So Wilson and I went out that evening to see what the fancy lounges of Jefferson Island were like. The night life left something to be. The first time was maybe two months after we were married. Steve was away helping his parents move to a new place, and he had given me the ok to pick up anyone I wanted. I went over to the Hilton and settled in the bar around dinner time."Mind if I join you? You look a little down in the dumps." I had seen him walk in. He was a real hunk, garbed in a custom-made suit that must have cost four or five thousand, and he wore it like the cost was unimportant. I wanted to fuck this guy badly, and if. Since they have such a large wait list anyway, they don't really care. It allows them to accept more students every semester than they otherwise could, and have more lower level classes than upper level classes, which are cheaper to hire professors for. No one else really notices people disappearing because so many more new people are appearing in this town every day. There has been occasional outcry against the restaurant, but it never lasts long or gets much attention. The few who participate. She continues in an upbeat tone, ‘Listen, I have an idea. I’m going out with Michael, and yes he will go out with me. My will is stronger than his. If I get my answers, and,’ Cathy hold up her index finger, continuing in a determined tone, ‘if feel it’s not going to work, he is all yours.’ ‘Cathy!’ Linda’s voice squeals, her eyebrows knit together, ‘What in the world are you talking about, ‘he’s all mine’? I don’t want Michael. He’s making you crazy. Just forget about him.’ Her mouth falls open.