Instead of explaining, just read on."I would like to see you... ya, today for lunch would be perfect. Meet me here at my office. OK see you in a half-...our." That was me, calling my cousin Tami. It was an innocent conversation with nothing aggressive in my manner or voice. But the only reason I called her, was that I remembered the look in her eye as I said good-bye at that party. She may be a tough little bitch, but she had been bitten by the bug.When finally my secretary rang her in, I stood. I didn’t say anything, but Pete seemed to be preoccupied with something. And it wasn’t anything to do with the ranch. As far as I could see, everything there was running smooth as glass. I asked Agnes about it. She said that she had also noticed some changes, but Pete was as closed mouth with her as with me. Sometimes you have to let a friend work things out on their own. Be available and listen if they open up. But don’t pry, smile and pour them another cup of coffee.My next stop was in Boise.. He replied with, it's okay ill scoop you, meaning give me a ride. So im like ok whatever sure. I was looking at how handsome he was though. He had a nice dark chocolate skin tone, with a clear complexion and full lips. I got in and he startd casually talking so i chatted and he drove he got out a blunt and lit it and asked if i smoked and i did so i was like oh for sure appreciate it and we smoked. he drove by my house and said he would hit a few blocks so we could smoke. I agreed. and he. So I hadn't actually seen Jen in about a month.It was a chilly January night when my motley crew gathered at the 21st Amendment, a well-known San Francisco bar and grill. We basically took over the lounge area, my friends and I draining several pitchers of their excellent microbrews.Throughout the night, as I celebrated and laughed with friends, I couldn't help notice that Mike and Jen weren't there. I mentioned this, late in the evening, to a co-worker named Melanie. She knew Mike and Jen, and.