"A week from tomorrow. Our parents will be in town for the show, so we're planning an early dinner, say six o'clock."Tom jotted down the particulars i... his book. "Great. Listen, I'll get back with you tomorrow about the settlement. If it goes through, let's celebrate. I'll take you out to dinner."Carrie shook her head and smiled. "How about a rain check. I'm so busy preparing for the show I don't have an extra minute." You're involved with the show?" Tom asked somewhat surprised."Carrie set it. "It wouldn't help you much, if you happened to be in the mall walking when a terrorist bomb went off," he said with a laugh."Of if you had The Russians, The FBI, and Swamp Thing all looking for you personally," I suggested. I did not have any idea they would really get involved."I did give that some thought as well, so the game ends in stalemate?" he said."So it does," I had made it into the apartment during the conversation."Well, I'll be looking forward to my episode on your TV show. Goodbye. I suddenly remembered. I remembered that unexpected night with two Japanese girls. I didn’t see the second one so I wondered which one this would be. The one who had received my cum up her womb or the one that drank my piss.She didn’t seem to like the way I smiled when I remembered that night.“Happen in Vegas, not stay in Vegas.” She said again.Then I saw her friend. She was trying to hide behind some bushes in the front garden. Her friend reached back and grabbed her hand and pulled her on the. Except for going to work, she hated leaving her home to go out. No longer able to hide herself in her house while blaming her absence on the snow, the ice, the sleet, and the cold weather, what would she do now that it was getting warmer and too warm to wear so many clothes? What would she do on those 90 degree plus days when everyone was having fun in the sun but for her? Would she decline everyone’s invitation again and stay home as she did last year for fear that someone will see how really.