POP The funnyman was gone.In the brief second that this conversation took place, Phillip Harbormaster called the meeting to order."Here now, you layab...uts, if you don't have anything except curiosity, get your butts ... and buts ... out. NOW!"That put nine out of ten bystanders out of his quarters ... not that it mattered, the ejected swarmed the window hatches.The building wasn't your normal split plank floored, thatched roofed hut on stilts. No, the Harbor House was eight foot tall coral. "Are you going to be around this weekend so we can continue this?" I said through halted breath, running my fingertips over the nipples pressing against her shirt while my lungs started to burn."I am going out of town with my k**s, but how about Monday after work? And where?" We'll talk about this Monday." And with that, I gave her a long lingering peck and licked her lips, looked her up and down to take a mental picture and left the cafeteria.That was a really long weekend -- the breakup was. You don’t have to go.”“What are you suggesting?” John asked.“I’m just saying that you’re here almost every day and seem to like it in my bed, so why leave?” Tammy asked.“What about your kids?” John replied.“To tell you the truth, I don’t have much control over them. That’s right, you’ve never met them. Well, except for the brief moment your saw my son when he burst in on us. He and my fifteen-year-old daughter pretty much do what they want to. Working nights at the bar doesn’t leave much time. The hospital was a crowded place, full of people who knew Alice.I had a feeling they were going to get a brief look at a New, Improved Alice. The dress wasn't particularly short, but Alice's legs were, indeed, particularly long, and they looked sensational, all the way from the full skirt's hem to the tiled hospital floor.As usual, we went out for dinner. I'm not a very innovative date-planner, and I love good food. But this was much nicer than our post-Saturday-night-game repasts. For one.