Me and Justin didn’t even bother saying goodbye, or much of anything…we both had the same thing on our mind I think. We sat in an awkward silence ...or a while, until I thought of something to maybe that would help us get going. “Let’s smoke another man, my treat…” “Alright, here use Maxwell Murder,” He replied, holding up his favorite glass smoking piece. “Damnit...uh throw it,” I tried “Hell no man, come get it…” I walked over to the couch to get it. Still in a stupendous haze from the previous. ”“Did that hurt your feelings?” Diana giggled. She sat up, finally engaged. “It’s constructive criticism, Nurse Ebb. One would think you’d be a better, more experienced lover. After all, you ARE nearly twice my age.”“Okay. I get it.” Ellen threw up her hands. “You’re hurting, and you want me to hurt, too. That’s never going to make you a better person.”Diana’s face flashed into a scowl. “Don’t you dare lecture me. People have tortured me all my life. My own sister put a baby inside me and sent. She lifted her head and looked around, something was not quite right. Slowly, it came to her, for the last two days, she had been sleeping with her friend-and now lover, Marc. After she had walked in on her husband and their daughter having sex on the bathroom floor, she had run out of the house. Marc had found her crying in her car, and after explaining quite a few new ideas to her, Tina had decided to accept Bob and Guin's relationship. She had also decided that she wanted to continue having. Anne had ordered more than enough, and they ate well. Satisfied, Stan got up and took the leftovers into the kitchen, then returned with a bottle of wine from the fridge.He poured a glass each and sat on the sofa, trying to compose his thoughts. Eventually, Stan managed to come up with some words to express his misgivings."Anne, I know that I'm older, less capable than you might have wanted. I hope I can be enough for you."Anne took one look at his face, and went to the sofa. She sat next to.