The Fall is my busiest time of the year and it is not uncommon during September and October for me not to get home until midnight on Monday through Fr...day. Again, it is my job to entertain customers and I'm not going to apologize to Jesse because of it. I bought her the house she picked, I bought her the car she wanted, the furniture, the appliances, the clothes - you name it - the commission checks and the bonus checks paid for it, but all I got was bitch, bitch, bitch from her. And then. The sound of a dumpster door slamming outside, under his apartment window jolted him awake. On his television the animated main menu of a DVD looped through its screens. This time I even slept through the credits, he thought. He stood, ejected the disc and switched off his equipment.He headed into his bedroom, shucked off his clothes and slipped into a pair of boxer shorts he wore to bed. Then, he turned down the covers, switched off the light and slid between his sheets. Closing his eyes, he. “Hello, Mrs Chester, hello?” “I think its Jonathan calling,” said Linda, fidgeting slightly and trying not to get up. “Oh, okay, just bear with me a few minutes. I said I would get him some lunch. You can wait here, Linda, and take a look at my list. I won’t be long.” Dorothy was up and out to the kitchen. Linda waited a couple of minutes more and then, thinking of a suitable excuse, got up and joined them. Jonathan was sat on a high stool, his left leg up and his bare foot on the front. It's just that... well, I'm not sure we should do it again." Oh! Why?" It was okay. I just felt... uncomfortable. It's not been long enough..." Oh, Stan."Something in her voice made him look up. She was looking directly at him, now, with a relieved expression. "I know you said I'd done nothing, but I was worried." She looked away, then back to him. "It's been six months, Stan," she said, with compassion."Only six months," he replied, softly but with conviction. "It's too soon." Stanley Hinch,.