Nothing great was going and we talked and looked around the bar. I noticed one dark haired woman sitting by herself at a table in the bar area. She wa... attractive – dark brown hair and you could tell not too tall. She wasn’t super model skinny but damn sure wasn’t huge either. As far as I was concerned she was just about right. As we ate, drank and talked and others came and went from the restaurant and the bar. Every time I glanced over to the dark haired woman though, it always seemed she was. You sick bastard."Summing up all my manliness, I responded, "Who the fuck are you and what have you done to my wife?"Pat responded, "I haven't done anything to your wife. I've just shown her the joy of knowing her body and the freedom that "giving in" allows. I'm also the person you both belong to now."Kathy looked at me with those big blues and said, "Honey, just take your clothes off. It'll be worth it." Can you hear yourself? What kind of fucking control does this bitch have over you?" I. “It’s just a couple of hours a week and I pick up a few extra dollars.”Realizing that the bus would be along soon, Claire said that it was indeed nice to see him again but that she didn’t want to keep him from wherever he was on his way to when he spotted her on the bench.“I really had no plans other than to grab a cup of coffee at the diner down the road,” Clark replied. “My roommate sort of has our dorm room reserved for the evening.”Claire smiled, remembering what that was all about from her. Shortly after that, I heard Mom come in and go to bed. I hope she enjoyed her date, or whatever it was.I dreamed of being in a large circle with all of those that I knew were gone, along with the men in Confederate and Union uniforms. There wasn't any conversation that I recognized, but there was a feeling of happiness. All of those souls were at peace.The dogs woke me early with their paws on Millie. She kept pushing them off, and they must have thought she was playing, as they kept getting.