Although, then I saw the door open. "Trica?" Yes, Bionca?" she giggled."What are you doing here?" This just in: I live here." Oh, I'm sorry, smart-ass... I didn't see your car down there, so I'm just surprised to see you here, that's all." Okay, I'm not doing anything now; you want to hang out? His car isn't working, so he borrowed my car and should be back soon." Sure, why not?" I pondered, walking in there.I strolled to the couch and sat down. 'Yep, this is the very couch Joe and I have fucked. I guess I could try to blame someone else but in the end it was my doing. So I am going to set up a tape recorder that can be used as evidence.Here it goes. I turned on the tape recorder and began my story. My wife Marti and I have been married for thirty years. We got married when she was just eighteen years old. I guess I rocked the cradle since I was twenty-seven when we got married. I really did love her.I was never the best looking guy. I was short for a man at 5' 7", a little overweight,. After climbing up, he can see a boy with dark hair being kicked and punched by a more athletic boy with blonde hair. Some other boys start holding the boy with dark hair up so the athletic blonde can strike him more efficiently.He takes the quickest route to the disturbance and joins the crowd that is circling the fighting boys. He steps in and stops the blonde kid from hitting the dark haired boy with an open handed, high block. A twist of the wrist and he now controls the attackers arm. He. Alex rolled over to see her clutching the phone in her hands, her cheeks wet. "She wants to know why I am not answering my door that she has been pounding on for the last 10 minutes and expects me to meet her in the lobby by seven without fail so that we can discuss my complete failure to achieve the goals she set for me." Sounds like a winner," Alex said gently prying the phone from her hands and putting his arms around her, pulling her towards him. "Call her back, tell her you are at the Café.