...and then went missing for what seemed like ages..so i went to see what he was doing!.....i stopped dead in my tracks when i saw him outside the bat...room door with no jeans on...just wearing his shirt, socks and my new JOCK!He started walking around in it, and asked me how i thought he looked in it!!! I was a bit taken aback and asked him why he thought he had the right to wear something of mine without asking, and he confessed that he admired seeing me wearing mine in the cloakroom at the. Maybe they were supposed to be capris. They weren't high end enough for that. Her shirt had gone through the wash too many times.The barista handed me my coffee concoction and I walked in the direction of the door.Something made me turn around. I walked up to her table. "Hey."She looked up. "What?" Mind if I sit here?"She frowned and then relented. "Ok, I guess."I pulled out a chair at the opposite end of the table and sat down in it. "My name is Mike." Gabriel," she said.I sipped my coffee.. "You coming?" she said over her shoulder.He grabbed the soft, fluffy towel and quickly dried off. When he got to the bedroom, he saw that she had laid some clothes out for him to wear. He quickly slipped into the shirt and reached for his shorts when he realized that there was no underwear. "Hey Stacey," he called out, "have you seen my underwear?" He heard her heels clicking their way down the hall."What, hon?" You laid these clothes out for me but forgot my underwear." No, I didn't." Well,. Maybe that's the simplest explanation. Maybe there's some outside influence pulling strings we simply can't see." Alex, while I still believe in God, I don't believe in a paternalistic deity who has the time to sit around listening and responding to individual prayers of each individual animal in his kingdom, nor that he controls each and every physical response in the entire universe in each second of its existence. I believe he set the universe up to operate according to very specific rules,.