They had been saying that to each other forever, but he knew that they had two entirely different takes on the phrase.He rotated the chair to watch he... leave. The room, hell, the entire apartment always felt empty when she left, colder too.Turning back to his screens, he surveyed the various views with satisfaction. He had the building security feeds up, four to a screen, on the leftmost three monitors. Next, he had all eight of his balcony cameras, each on its own screen, and each of the three. Megyn was exhausted. Acting on instinct she tried to crawl away.“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Megyn cried out as Michael stepped on her hand with hisbooted foot. “Where do you think you are going.” “What is that? What are you going to do now?”Michael threw the chain to the floor. It was a small tractor tire chain.He spread it out so the studs were up and spread it out , about 24 inches wide. “CHAIN HER UP.” “CHAIN THE BITCH UP.”Megyn struggled in total panic as the dragged her over on the chain,. Pearl and Veronica are coming tomorrow, and I can't wait. I take my duffel bag out, and put it by the door with everyone else's things.Going back into our room, I open up the curtains. The California Sun shines bright.Adrienne comes out of the bathroom, wearing jean shorts and a black tank top."Hey, will you French braid my hair?" Sure, come here, and sit."She sits on the floor, with me on the bed, and hands me her brush and two hair elastics.I brush out her hair, and part it down the. That was almost 20 years ago. Much has changed, and much has remained the same.Almost all the gang are married now, with wives and k**s of our own, mortgages, and all. I think we're happier than the average group of old high school buddies. We're still close, and have a rotating monthly get-together where we go to the home of the month, drink all the beer, and trash the place. Our Moms always join us, since really they were the core of the gang. Since we're all older now, Moms and Sons, there.