I came back over to the salesman, and asked him to put the other shoe on.I sat down, and this time I was sitting on the edge of the seat. I put my foo... up on the stool, and he took hold of my ankle and raised my foot to take off one shoe, and put the other on. I put my foot on the floor, and asked Jim what he thought about the shoes. He looked down at the shoes, and all of a sudden got this REAL big smile. I looked down, and got REAL excited. I had one foot on one side of the stool, and one. We all go up to my suite. – – – – – – – – – – Marco (her boyfriend) and I have been waiting in the main room of the suite for over an hour now. For the first half an hour my mental picture of her trying on the suit kept me in a high state of arousal. Now I’m now a little bored and irritated. It doesn’t help that Marco wants to keep talking about photography with me. At this point, when he talks I just give him a dirty look until he shuts up. It works for a while, but he still occasionally. ‘Grant,’ he said. ‘Grant Lyons. And you don’t remember anything? Anything at all?’ Mindy closed her eyes tightly for a moment. ‘I remember going out,’ she said. ‘To a…club? No, not a club. A coffee house. There was someone reading poetry…’ ‘And playing guitar, yes,’ Grant said. ‘What happened next?’ ‘I…’ Mindy pushed at the blank, sticky fog that obscured the edges of the memory. ‘I remember talking to you. You were sitting next to me, you were reading a book…I can’t remember much else, though.. Twelve years went by and everything was going fine but just before Marissa was born things started to change. Her husband started staying out later than usual, he drank more frequently and gambling started to become an issue. Five years later everything started going to shit. The husband was fired from his job, Rachel was about to lose the house, bills were going unpaid, her husband started stealing around the house and taking loans that he could never pay. He became an abusive gambling drunk..