But what if … the world went weird one day, one very unusual … Halloween? ———- (Thursday night) How did I get into this? It was just suppose... to be a friendly little game of poker. The same game me and my buddies play every Thursday night. It was never supposed to be the exposure of previously hidden, shameful sides of my wife, of my family, of me. The game was held at Stan’s place this week. Just like it was five weeks ago. This time Stan had a cousin that wanted to sit in and play too. Dexter. This side of the station was away from the road, so unless someone was pulling around to use the phone or put air in their tires, I would mostly be unseen.I felt him getting close to me and heard the sound of his gun slipping into his holster. Then one hand wrapped around my wrist, preparing to snap on one of the cuffs, I pulled away from him. His instinctual response was to clamp on harder, to keep me from turning away. Unfortunately for him, this was exactly what I wanted him to do.I pulled. “It’s nice to be together as good friends, knowing that we won’t be disturbed. That could never happen at school.” She went to sit on the couch, leaving room between Vivian and herself. She crossed her legs, revealing a vision to George.In my telepathically enabled mind, a different music played: Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson.George blurted, “ Oh my God!Margaret said, innocently, “Pardon?”George replied, “Oh no, Miss Smith. Oh no.”She questioned, “What’s wrong?”George tried to explain, “Miss. " "Okay, Jennifer, thanks - and we won't be too long." Jake looks at her. "Where are we going? I was kinda looking forward to getting you home." "I'm looking forward to that also, but we have things to take care of first. Number one is, Jennifer said you looked like a bum this morning, so we are going to get you some clothes. But first we are going to get rid of this wreck you call a truck. What kind of truck do you like best?" Jake looks at her with one eyebrow up in his hairline. "What do you.