'Stop being grumpy, it was probably you'. She said quietly as she continued to fiddle with it. 'Hang on a second, maybe it will work if I turn the one...outside off.' She went outside, turned it off and came back in. Now it was really black and I couldn't see a thing, so when she came back in she tripped in the doorway next to me, and having nowhere else to fall, ontop of me. She let out a little squeal and I could feel myself hitting the carpet outside the bathroom in the blackness, and then her. I think the reason why is and I can't describe it butyou are different and than maybe you are different because you chased meto my house at 8:30 one night."She laughed and said, "Well, remember what your aunt said."He laughed and said, "Why am I thinking that my family and you areconspiring together?"She raised her eyebrows and said, "You never know."They both laughed at their statements and finished up the kitchen. Theythan made their way out to the porch swing and sat down on it.She laid her. ”Joe nodded. “But you’re a bit more promiscuous with women.”“True,” Moe laughed.“So ... what would be perfect for you?” Cheryl asked. “Joe lives with you. You vet other women, because you’d enjoy it as much as him.”“Actually that would be perfect.”“And if we shared him?”“You mean you live with us?”“Because you wouldn’t want Joe to be fucking me on the side?”“I ... I don’t know.”“I’m already sort of vetted. Can’t put the horse back in the stable.”“But ... if you love him the way I. Hot tears coursed down my face at the loss. I was thirty-four years old and truly felt like an old maid. I thought about the "belonging" wearing my engagement ring had always afforded me. I thought about the babies I might have had and the beautiful home I might have kept, and their loss hurt most of all.Then I realized something. I didn't miss Brad at all. Not a bit. He'd been cranky and petulant for the past few weeks, refusing to help me with anything. I wasn't sure at that point if I even.