"My friends," he began, "as we prepare to end this morning's service andgo out to enjoy this glorious day that our Lord has given us, I remindyou that...there is work yet to be done. The town council will be meetingWednesday in this very room to consider our petition regarding ShamusO'Toole's foul brew. I ask you to join with me Wednesday night to showyour support for this measure. And I invite you to join with me now insinging a most appropriate closing hymn, 'Song of Exodus.' Yes, sing. **I was expecting a relaxing evening, but instead, Ashlynn appeared at my doorstep. She made no arrangement thru the site, plus she seemed to have a bit of attitude as well, so I figured something was up.“Have you been fucking Clara?” Ashlynn asked, with an irritated tone.“I didn’t think what you & I have been doing was considered exclusive,” I replied, “In fact, I told you to be ***********ive.”Ashlynn turned her head and looked away“So besides today and the time you surprised me, that. ‘Sonya?’ I asked, following her into an adjacent room. ‘How in the hell did you get to live in a place like this?’ ‘It’s my husband’s.’ she answered matter of factly. I stopped dead in my tracks. ‘Husband?’ ‘Yeah, I got married last year.’ I was stunned and trying to think of something to say when we entered a room with a large stone fireplace and a couple huge red sofas. Against the wall was a fully stocked bar. ‘So….You’re married?’ ‘Uh huh. Why? Does that bother you?’ she asked flashing me a. "Trust me." That was Jack's last admonition to her. Abigail seemed to. Allison had no reason not to. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. A ragged reflection stared back at her. I look like shit, she thought. She grabbed her bag and headed to class. She took another deep breath as she stood at the door of her classroom, then pushed in.Mr. Philpot looked up at her, as did the rest of the class. They had obviously been working on some assignment."Nice of you to decide to join us,.