His wife had run off with the guy who pumped gas at the local gas station. Quite a few people thought there were drugs involved, because neither of th...m was much of a catch.Uncle Bob was gorgeous, as far as Lori was concerned. He was tall, and tanned and strong as an ox. He had mostly brown hair that had some silver in it, even though he wasn't quite 40 yet. He worked the farm pretty much by himself, and that kept him in amazing shape. For years, whenever she found out they were going out to. He hadn’t decided. If he decided to work over the summers he’d damned near be back where he was. The only real problem was that he fucking hated it. He had to drag his ass out of bed every morning to come to this shit hole. His nights were spent grading half-completed homework and trying to put together decent lesson plans. By nine he’d finished off a six pack and fallen asleep on the couch in the crappy little apartment he was renting on a short term lease. It was the only thing he could find. "Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to dance with mywife," Michael said, taking her gloved hand in a gentle grip andkissing it. "May I have this dance?" You can have them all, my love." Dwayne watched as the happy couplemade their way to the dance floor. The entire time, he stared at Liz'sass swaying back and forth as Michael escorted her to the center. Hewatched in disdain as the couple stared into each other's souls andsang the lyrics to the song while holding each other tight."Lucky. ” Yeah, that's exactly what I wanted to hear right now. “What are your plans for tomorrow?” “Um,” he thought for a moment as he wrapped a towel around himself. “I don't think I have anything going on.” “Good. I want to do something tomorrow,” I said with a hint of authority. He smirked, “And what would you like to do?” I actually don't have any idea. “Surprise me,” I teased and left the bathroom like a common diva. I could hear him laugh under his breath as I went back into the bedroom.