I was going to save this for later, but since now seems to be the right time I say it now. First, I am a little hurt that you are thinking about movin... out. This is your home now and will always be your home as long as you want it. If you want to move out I'll help you get a place."Amy shook her head, "I don't want to move. It's just... She didn't finish because the tears started again."Amy, I did something a couple of months ago and I was waiting for the right time to tell you. I guess this is. I just felt like blowing off somesteam.Just then the phone rang, and, without thinking I reacheddown and lifted the receiver. "Hello?" I said. "Aw shit!" Iadded immediately after."Don't hang up!" the person on the other end said hastily."I'm a friend!" Of anyone in particular?" I muttered. "Or are you justgenerally well-liked?" Of yours, my dear, I assure you," the voice said. "Youcannot have failed to notice, since your return, theabsence of an item of some importance?" To what would you be. ‘Shayla. Two syllables,’ she replied, and then, after a several seconds pause, she added, ‘and, thanks to your help, I’m doin’ fine.’ Then, a long, slow grin came over her face, as she pointed to my tented trousers and said, ‘doesn’t that hurt?’ A thousand lines crossed my mind in a second or two, but I settle on the exact truth. ‘No. It feels wonderful. The best I’ve had in a lot of years.’ I added, very carefully, ‘Shayla, you’re safe. Please don’t worry.’ She continued grinning, and said, ‘I. .. and now I was realizing Monica probably didn't agreewith me, based on the completely pissed off look on her face."WHAT THE FUCK, ALI?" I'm sorry Monica," I said, lying my ass off. I wasn't sorry at all.Well, I was kind of sorry I had to resort to hitting her, but I wasn'tsorry that she deserved it. "I just need you to listen to me." SO TALK," she said, still beyond angry with me. "DON'T HIT." I tried," I said, growing increasingly angry with her. "YOU. WEREN'T.LISTENING."By this point I.