” Tommie climbed back into bed, and they all three settled in, leaning against the headboard. “Tommie, Honey, do you have to pee?” Charlene aske... suddenly. “No, why?” “Lainie, be a sweetie, and go get us some beer. We’re gonna make Tommie pee on a tester, and settle this right now.” “We can’t use beer. If he, I mean SHE, is pregnant, no alcohol for the next nine months. I’ll make some coffee.” “Whoa! Whoa! Hold on guys. First off, quit talking about me like I’m not here. Second, There aint no. When I lived with Blair, I had to do it all. He didn't know how to help and didn't want to learn. Unlike you, he never lived in an apartment with a kitchen. I don't think his mother taught him much either." His loss. I don't mind helping at all. When I lived alone, I had to do it all, or go out, or bring stuff home. It's a lot nicer to share it with you."As we watched the news, I noticed that the situation in Afghanistan was deteriorating. The central government was unable to secure the country. This is purely a figment of my overactive imagination and nobody in the story is real. Also I’m going to be real honest with you. It’s going to be chapter five before anybody gets naked again. But I promise I’ll try to make the wait worth your while. Have you ever been to a mall on a Saturday afternoon? It’s what Hell must be like if they serve cappuccino. Even in high school, I was never a mall rat. (I waited in the car, remember?) Now, I looked around like I was an alien a billion light years. She had ransacked his bank account. I took him and my nephew, Jim, out to a restaurant. They seemed very appreciative. He was close to tears. My nephew kept looking down at his plate. I booked them into a hotel and paid for a week’s accommodation. I wrote him a check for gasoline and food. I promised more if he needed it. “I’ll pay you back, M.D.,” he said. “Don’t worry about it. I know how you feel, my brother,” I kept telling him. “You will get through this.” I thought about giving him my.