. Well, I have a visitor and Iwas supposed to be off this week. Yes of course. I understand. Verywell, I will be there at 5:00."Turning to Ken, Peter ...aid, "I am so sorry but I won't be able to bewith you this evening. One of the other drivers has suffered a majorheart attack. He was scheduled to take a group of teenagers to a party.Now I will have to fill in for him."Ken looked a little disappointed but she said, "You do whatever youhave to do. I understand and I will be alright. I am kind of. And she just fucked her dog. Without hesitation or fear or remorse. And she never wanted it to end. All the dogs, all the dogs.Her face fractures. Screaming and red and broken, she backs away from her pet.The Dane is disturbed. His mistress is acting strangely. He comes toward her. She shrieks, tells him to go away, go away, go go get away from me, what did you do, what did you make me do.Blaming the dog. Blaming the guy. Such a stereotype. But I guess that’s not unexpected, here. I’ll let it. He looked back the way he had come, over the high sand dunes towards the water of the gulf. He could see the glow of the big bonfire and hear the rambunctious noise of the twenty or so college students. The music from the boombox was loud and all - just like he had - had been drinking and their shouts and laughter were a little more slurred than they should have been, but, what the hell, it was the first day of spring break. And this was an empty stretch of the Mexico shoreline. Earlier this. Nothing I can do to change it now.’ ‘So we know Ryan has some plans for when he gets back, what about you?’ Tyler asked me. ‘After I get a large pizza in me and wake up from the food coma, I’m going to fuck Becky to death,’ I told them, getting laughs from more than just our table. The night passed without incident, mostly because Ryan and I controlled the amount of liquor that Tyler had. We made sure he got drunk, but not sloppy drunk. Two days, a tour of the Arizona memorial and a trip.