I'd dump her in a heartbeat if I heard her say something like that about me." Maybe it's because she likes you, not him. So you should take her." I'm ...ot a douche bag who'd take some other guy's girl," he looked at me and I guessed that his words had a purpose."Look, bro. I never meant to come between you and AM. A lot of shit has gone down with her and trust me, you were right to be worried. You should also know that some it was your fault." What the fuck could be my fault?!" Trust me Little. "If you could spend some more time with me."Vanessa felt her face break out in a smile. "Of course. I'd be happy to spend some more time with you."The man broke into a sad smile. He was not sure about this one, but he really wanted her to be the one. Perhaps he was reaching too high. "No guts..." he thought to himself. He then became more animated. "That's wonderful. I seem to really enjoy your company. Do you enjoy mine?"Would it make you happy for me to enjoy your company?" she asked."Only if. " Then go ahead, Eve. Have fun!"I drove to the campus after work the following Thursday for the first session of my writing class. It was almost 7:30 as I entered Warren Hall and took the elevator to the third floor. It was a short walk down to room 305.I entered the classroom and was relieved that it was a small class. There were only six other students present. I took a seat at the small conference table at which they all sat and nodded a friendly smile to the others.The clock on the wall. I actually stopped, looked around the room. I was the only male sponsor in the room. The other men in the room were concubines. With two or three missions to Earth per week lasting from as little as fifteen minutes to forty hours—averaging ten hours plus planning, preparation, briefing Central Command and then the After Action Report and whatever recovery operations were needed—and adding in sleep learning, real-time physical training sessions, and one-on-one family time I was very keenly aware.