Every time I went by her, she was on her email. I asked her a few times why she was so much on her email as we have lived in this town forever and all...our friends and family were just a phone call away and she said something about one of her cousin going through a divorce and wanting to vent out on emails with her. Well, one time I went over to her computer and asked if I could look up a picture that was on her computer and she dropped everything in the kitchen (literally dropped the utensils). Is it going to make you feel any better to see someone else you can't have? First Ada, then Dawn?Meanwhile, as if sleepwalking, she was heading for the apartment house down the street. When she got there and quickly called up the courage to knock on the door of the correct apartment, it was answered by a young, quite handsome black man wearing a Chicago Cubs baseball cap and a yellow sweatshirt."Oh... maybe I got the wrong apartment," Laura stammered, blushing a horrific deep red. "I was. I complained about this to David. 'What', I asked him, 'if I catch an STD and pass it on to my husband? You wont be able to blackmail me any more after he finds out about my being your whore.' Do you know what he replied? 'You'd better stop fucking your husband, hadn't you?' That's when we stopped having sex.”“Fuck, Grace, what a mess! ”“So, where can we go from here?”“Well, we each have to decide if we want to remain married. I'm not at all sure that I want to be married to a whore, which is. .. "Wake up, Phil!" Luana jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. "You've been wanting to see a herd of Auroran buffalo up close, and here's your chance." Huh? What... Oh!" He looked out of the window of the rolligon. A cloud of dust resolved itself into a line of animals trotting along parallel to their course. They drew closer, and he could see that at first glance they strongly resembled the American bison whose countless numbers had virtually covered the midwestern plains when the white men.