Not only was my mind crystal clear I was able to work on a plumbing problem WHILE discussing philosophy on the phone with one of my best friends. That...absolutely rocked! Not only multitasking, but doing philosophy - WOOHOO! I had some trouble naming sources, but still I was kicking ass.I was apprehensive about my meeting today. I worried about it for like two days. I was like this is gonna suck. I don’t want to talk about the Night of Hell, but I have to if I want to get better. My therapist is. Shortly, and once again, through the open drapes I saw the Ford Bronco pull up with Heather driving and Vicky seated next to her. My heart began to flutter once again.When Vicky and Heather, accompanied by Pat who had gone out in order to usher them in, entered the living room both young women stopped dead in their tracks, then with a cry of joy, Heather rushed to me, and throwing her arms about my neck, sobbed, "Oh Sam, I missed you. I missed you. I missed you."But Vicky just burst into tears. Wordlessly, he removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt before pulling it off, his back still towards her before tugging his t-shirt over his head. Denise stared at the mans back, admiring the strips of meaty muscle that held his shoulders high and straight. She watched his hands move in front of his waist and heard the unmistakable clink of a belt being unfastened. Seeing the waist of his pants loosen and begin to fall from his waist she felt her knees tremble a little and she squeezed them. The only way he had convinced Michelle to travel by car was to promise her an overnight stay in a five-star hotel at Lake Tahoe hotel followed by a day’s gambling and another overnight stay in Reno.Michelle rummaged in her purse and found her cell phone; she looked at the screen contemptuously, wound down the window and held it up to the sky for a minute and then threw it on the dash.David cringed.“Surprise! Surprise! No fucking service!” Michelle crossed her arms, fuming.“I’ll have to get the.