Finally, it was time to drive the 70 miles for the combined 1980 and 1985 high school reunion. Was it a macabre coincidence the reunion was on June 6t...? The date is known as the WWII D-Day or the day the allied forces landed in Normandy to bring victory in Europe. Sarah will know it as Divorce Day if things go the way she has been building up to.To say that Sarah was excited, keyed up, nervous, and everything that indicated that she could not wait to get little Vinne between her legs would not. I went upstairs, got my pajamas and hurried to the bathroom for that quick shower.Once behind the locked door, I immediately looked up at the hole. It was barely visible. "No," I thought to myself, "they'll never see it."I took a quick shower, and about two minutes into it, I realized something terrible. The damn glass shower door! I had looked through my new closet hole at that door five or six times that evening, imagining what a great angle I had into the shower. But shit! In less than three. Mom came stirring out and looked at me “honey, are you cooking”? “Sure mom, gonna make lil b r o his favorite” “Thats sweet honey—you mean french toast”? “Yup” Mom purplexed goes on with “where did you learn that”? “Easy mom—watching you down at the diner”I served up five plates of the french toast. Grabbing the board I just got for Dustin I walk down the hallway, and tap the door of his room open with my toe. I paused for just a moment, admiring him, spread out on his belly, with his arms up. I reached over to turn off the lamp as second-nature, and immediatelysaid the first thing that came to my mind. "Ryan, you fucking asswipe!"Both Ryan and Mike woke up, but Ryan was the first to say anything. "Aw,did the widdle baby miss his night-light?" I could barely think straight I was so pissed off. I shouldn't have hadthat dream. That dream was a bad sign. I don't have dreams, I neverhave. I couldn't stay in the room with those two. I grabbed some pantsand a shirt, and left the.