"Nothing like tax time", he thoughtwhile rubbing his aching neck. In his 15 years as a CPA, he couldn'tremember a busier season. His thoughts wandered...to the lake where heplanned to spend the next several days doing absolutely nothing. No cellphone, no e-mail, just peace and quiet.Eighteen hours of staring at a computer screen had left his eyes dry andhis vision a bit blurry. "Maybe a quick nap in the parking lot would be agood idea after all", he mused. His reverie was suddenly shattered. Sarah said that I needed to let people know that I hadn't died.I was just ... alone!"All by myself... 
Don't wanna be, all by myself anymore. All by myself... 
Don't wanna live, all by myself anymore... Hard to be sure ... Some times I feel so insecure, and love so distant and obscure ... Remains the cure"I pulled up to Sarah's place. I got out and knocked on the door."Coming," her pretty voice came from behind it."Hi, Robby!" she said opening the door.Like I said, she wears conservative. There were more tourist type shops, a new bridge and highway spanned the Current River and some of the houses on the south side had been torn down because of the new roadway. I had spent every summer and every school holiday in this small town from the age of 10 until I turned 17. By the time I turned 17, I had my driver's license and I was too cool to return to that little hick town. I wanted to stay in the city with my friends.During those summers I spent a lot of time running up and down. Blonde, if not naturally thenin a classy, well-done way; fit but with plenty of well tonedcurves to look at; a pleasant, smart wonderful person.She is married to a just the kind of dull, gray suit of a humanbeing you want as your banker and your neighbor if you alreadyhave plenty of more interesting friends. They had beenliving next door for about two years and we had chatted andoccasionally barbecued but that really was about it.I leaned up and glanced out the window and saw she was.