I'm leaving here ... No, that's not right. You are leaving here, go pack your bags and get out of my sight. I don't even want to see your lying, cheat...ng, backstabbing, face around here. I'm going to see my son. Oh yeah, is he really mine or some bastard son of yours. Do you even know who the father is?"Vickie was curled up into a fetal position on the couch with great wracking sobs shaking her body. I picked up the keys to my truck and grabbed my duffle bag and left. I got as far as the corner. But that wasn't my only reason why I was taking a shower.I needed off. And with Serena here, this was just about the only place that was going to happen.I started the shower and then slowly started taking off my clothes.I let my hands slide up and down my thighs before I grasped the tight shortsand started pulling them down. I pulled them off most of the way, then let them fall off the rest of the way,glad to be free of them.I let one hand dip into the warm, moist area between my legs as the. And you'll have fun learning.”“Well, then. I would like to purpose a toast? To my new learning job.”I interrupted him, “No, it’s not a job. Call it anything but a job. I want it to be fun, not a job.”Don stopped and looked right at me. He was still holding his glass up when he said.“Yes, Yes, Terry’s right. To a new fun venture.”We clicked glasses and drank. For the next hour or so, we talked and the conversation started to gravitate to the men and work. I had to do something. It was around ten. "What does Press say?" I asked."What do you think?" He's urging you to do it," I said, laughing and she laughed too. "You're not ready," I gave my verdict based solely on something I heard in her voice."Thanks, Oldham, I owe you," she said, emphasizing 'owe' and dropping her voice at 'you'."I owe you more," I countered and this led to a ten-minute argument about who owed whom the most. She maintained that by dancing with her, I had brought her out of her shell, changing her from a shy, ugly.