Probably there still was time for him to salvage the semester. The perceived commitments that he had with his battle partners disappeared when his cha...acter died. Besides ... what did he owe them anyway? Wasn't it his battle partners who failed to protect Todd's character when he was injured, and just let him die? Maybe he should take that as a hint that he took his own commitment to the game, and specifically to his battle group, way too seriously.Mike had wanted to say all that, but his. “Yeah. You know, it’s one of those places I’ve been by a thousand times but have never tried.” He tapped the bottle with his left hand, the wedding band on his finger making a slight click as it touched it. “And where’s Mrs. Alfredo?,” she asked. “Oh, her and her sister are having ladies night, so I had to find somewhere to give a try,” he replied. She had glanced at Emily. Her friend slit her eyes and gave a somewhat knowing smile. “How often do the ladies go out?” Alfredo gave a huge grin. She has a strict ‘no working on weekend,’ so we can spend time together. Every third Saturday we go grocery shopping together, every fourth Saturday we go to a movie together. The other Saturday’s we spend as much time together as possible. We rest on Sunday!I had a sister named Jessi, and she had a husband named Elvis, but they took an Amtrak trip to see some friends up in Milwaukee, and a truck stuck on the on the track causing an accident that killed 41 people!It took a year to really get. She was beautiful. After several exchanges he finished his drink, avoiding fellow work colleagues as he ventured through the party, she saw him coming but pretended not to. He moved his mouth close to her ear, they met on the balcony, alone. The first exchange was confident exciting, a rush, a thrill. He took her and gazed into her eyes, smiled softly, she bit her lip knowing what she wanted to do, but could she? She couldn't although they were alone on a balcony and if anyone was coming they.