To say today was different would be a huge understatement. I walkeddown the short hallway from the garage and hung my purse and coat in thecloset, the...n crossed the dining room into the family room. There he was,sitting in "his" chair, a beer in one hand and a freshly rolled joint inthe other."So glad to see you are so worried about why I am so late, not to mentiondinner not being ready," I said, teasing him with a phony look ofbitchiness, "Give me that joint, I need it worse than you do right. "He shifted the truck back into third, and they coasted down the backside of the hill."Pissed on her and down her throat," Seth said."Down her throat?" Harlan said. "You boys is shitting me now."Harlan listened to both boys swear they'd pissed down her throat. The more he listened to the two boys, the more he questioned whether he should believe any of their story. At the same time, they sounded mighty convincing, and Harlan did want to believe their story. It was the best story he'd heard in. Tori called regularly, but he could tell she was struggling at UCLA, and Trina was taking classes from early in the morning to late at night, leaving Mr Vega alone in the house.The worn out officer made himself a turkey sandwich with extra mayo, damn his cholesterol, he thought as he scanned the kitchen counter. After several minutes, he finally found the mail pile.Bills, of course, he thought, cycling through the stack. Ads galore of course, but after digging and digging, he finally found. Bailey are you ok? he softly asked her. She managed a small nod as she brought the cup of tea to her lips and took another sip. Do I know you? she asked him. She looked up at him and saw him hesitate. He let out a deep sigh as he stared at her. Yes, we know each other but Im not going to tell you how well or how we met. He stated. She watched him get up and leave. So they knew each other, she noticed it seemed to bother him that they did. How well though? She got up and finished her tea as.