We stayed out there for two numbers and went back to our table. We drank a little more and the trouble started when Sharon wanted to go back out and d...nce some more.I didn’t refuse, but I kept putting it off. I was hoping a little more alcohol would numb the embarrassment as I made a fool of myself out there. My normally very patient and understanding wife was not feeling quite as patient this evening, probably due to the unusually large amount of alcohol we were consuming.We weren’t exactly. 6?" she asked.Erika and Christine snickered and Hillary blushed."6 minus 5 times 3" Kyle spelled it out.Hillary stared bewildered at her page."Time's up, Hillary," Kyle said. "If you don't know, you'd better guess."Hillary squeaked, then quickly wrote something down. She closed her eyes tightly and moved her lips as if she was praying.Kyle strode over to Erika, looked at her paper, then stroked her head."Very good, Erika!" he said."Thank you Mr. Philips!" she said proudly.Kyle bent down and. ”Of course, none of the four of us had a pen and paper, so Red jumped to his feet and ran toward the parking lot. He had a very impressive bulge in the front of his shorts. He was back in one minute flat with a pen and small notebook. They wrote their numbers on a page, and then tried to hand Susan the pen for ours.She chuckled, “C’mon, guys. You’re not in high school any more. You should know how the game is played by now. We’ll call you.”“Oh my fucking god!” I squealed when we were back in. Slowly I rise from the couch and make my way to the back door, upon opening it I am met by the bitter breeze of a dull winter, I look up at the stars only for a moment before I hear the fumble of heavy footsteps inside the house. Growing up in the countryside has made me aware of every minute sound, especially those of an intruder, in the middle of nowhere, where no sound is ever heard. A moan can be heard from the wind brushing past the trees. The house is black, with only shadows to guide me..