"Carol laughed. "I figured she'd con you into donning your super cape again." Yeah, she likes the attaboys she gets when I help," David quipped. "Well... waddaya say? Are you with me or against me?"Carol looked at Joe."You are working too hard, Carol," Joe said."Hah! You're the one working from cain't-see to cain't-see. I'll go along with this if you will."He gave her a hard look, and then nodded. "All right, to a point," he said. "But I will not become a gentleman rancher. I will run this. He pulls his pants up as I reluctantly re-fasten my bra.“You be at the game tonight, yes?” he asks as he moves to the driver‘s seat without making eye contact with me.“You know I’ll be there. Right behind home plate, where I always sit,” I smile softly, barely masking my sadness.“I see you after the game then,” he said as he kissed my lips.“You mean after the WIN,” I correct him.“Yes, after the win,” he smiles as he starts the car.He dropped me off home and then made his way to the. She wandered into his bedroom and was looking around, wondering if she could hide somewhere but decided that she'd probably have to be in there for hours and wouldn't get away with it. Then she spotted it. On top of her son's computer was a webcam that Dave had given him for his birthday the year before. All the family had them; it was a legacy of Dave's job, working as a computer salesman. He was always bringing new fangled toys home. Hell, there was a computer in Steve's room; one in Julie's. ” It takes me a moment to realize he’s talking, and that I still have dinner to cook. “Oh shit!” I gasp, “The fish!” He helps me off his lap and we walk hand in hand to the kitchen. As I’m preparing the fish to take outside, he takes samples of stained wood out of a bag, along with a few sketched out ideas for the cabinets. I can’t believe how much work he’s already done, considering he’s still finishing another job. I briefly check them out, but respectfully ask if I can look them over.