Maybe she'd like a birthday present to remember. You should join us." I said, "Are there going to be other guys there? I'd feel weird being there as a...customer with a bunch of women employees." She said, "I know the owner's husband will be there, and Jen's boyfriend will show up later to pick her up. You could just come later and have a drink and give us a ride home. I'm sure we'll be a little tipsy." With it only being Wednesday, all I could do was think about Saturday night. I had to travel. “John Bartlett” was printed in a neat, careful hand, along with the name of the ship and its FPO number. Curiosity got the better of him and he quickly slit open the letter with his forefinger. It was penned in blue ballpoint, in a beautiful, casual cursive hand. With growing interest, he read the letter: “My darling Bart, I hope this letter finds you well. I cannot tell you how much I long to hear your voice, see your smile, look into your eyes, run my fingers through your hair. I would give. And I need you to be back here at 8 tonight. I have to get to work. I got to pay you, you know." Of course. I ain't cheap," I said."Get us some food first." Be right back." I ran off to a local greasy fish sandwich place, a local favorite that we used to frequent. When I returned, Micah returned to consciousness. He seemed dazed, but his smile pierced the clouds in his head."Good to see you, Joe," he said quietly. "I'm starved."After chowing down, I got up, kissed George on her forehead, gave. I was a little disappointed, not that there was any cleaning left to do, but there was no acknowledgement of the night before,I guess it was only a big deal to me. I went and laid on my bed and Bill just kept doing what he was doing, he was like pre-occupied with something, and that something wasn't me. I guess I didn't mean the same to him as he did to me,I just wanted to be in his arms, em brassed by him and with this not happening it just made me sad.I just laid there having a pout session..