And that was as good an illustration as any about why Mike didn't worry too much about having Tiffany come home from school, and watch Henry. There wa...s no telling her to do her homework; she'd have it done. Tiffany was very sober, responsible, and competent for a nine-year-old, and somehow, Mike wondered how they'd come up with raising such a child. Henry was more like you expected for a six-year-old, a typical pain in the butt, but Tiffany could keep him under control when Mike and Kirsten. These nightmares, these hallucinations… they were all brought on by the nail. That… thing, whatever it was, had to be cursed or something! Grabbing the nail, he forced open the bathroom window and pulled his arm back, about to chuck the metal spike out into the night, but with the frigid air now nipping his skin, Jason couldn’t move. He was as still as a statue, trying to work up the nerve and the courage to throw the nail and be rid of it. Yet no matter how strong his will, his body would not. Jaime spent a lot more time on my lap dance than Amber did, still it seemed it was over much to quickly. With regret on my part, I watched as Jaime slid over to Amber and proceed to giver her a lap dance that turned out to be much shorter than the one I had gotten. Then she sat down next to me on the sofa."Whew, I think I need a cigarette now," Amber exclaimed!"A beer for me, anyone else," I asked?"Please," Jaime replied."Here also," Amber agreed.I noticed when I turned to ask them Amber gave. "I've heard your mother mention Hazel. Who is she?" Her best buddy," Dave explained. "Divorced, about the same time Mom was widowed. She works at the Courier. They hang out a lot together, go places, and have since I was a kid. There's been once or twice over the years I've wondered if it might be a lesbian thing, but I don't think so, just two kindred spirits just as happy to not have to deal with a husband." In truth, he'd thought it more than once or twice, but he didn't like to admit it,.