She was my reason for being. And you fucking took her away. Stop staring at me! I hate you. You took away my reason for living. You took away everythi...g. Stop staring at me. Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck me.’ Tristan grabbed the gun from the nightstand. He placed it against his temple. ‘This is what you want? Is this what you fucking want? Just go away and leave me alone.’ Tristan looked down and began to sob, the gun still pointed at his head. His grip slowly loosened as he blubbered. ‘Why?’ he. ”“So we have established that you were happy in college reading and discussing poetry. Why did your happy days come to an end?” Magus asked.“I graduated,” Nestor said.“That does happen on occasion; not often enough but on occasion,” Magus said. “What happened upon graduating?”“I had to get a job,” Nestor said. A pained expression flashed across his face and he crumpled back into his chair.“Did you want a job?” Magus asked.“Yes,” Nestor answered.“Did you get a job?” Magus asked.“Yes,” Nestor. Bette shelled out the deposit and asked where she could get some gold assayed.The helpful young man gave her directions while Gazza changed into his new suit. When the assistant saw Gazza, he coughed to hide his smile. He informed them that the shoe store was next door. Bette sighed dramatically and they went to get Gazza some new shoes.Half an hour later, Bette walked out on the arm of a very well dressed young man that quite a few women and even some men had to stop and look at. Gazza spied a. You're sure it's just sorta see-through?” It was Bob's move as the game continued, “Yeah, well... like right now, in the dim light, it's not so much -” “No wait, let me guess.” Sandy pretended to be deep in thought. Then, as if it had just occurred to her, “Uh... at the door... with the hall light behind me...” “Uh huh.” “Pretty see-through?” “Yeah...” “Uh... what could you see? I mean, could you tell I wasn't wearing underwear?” Sandy asked as if the thought of it horrified her. Bob's turn,.