I feel the floodgate open up. I slowly slide out of bed and peel off the pantyhose. I never in my life slept in pantyhose. It was a nice feeling. I wo...uld slip and slide around in the bed. It made it easier to roll over at night. I rush to the shower. I stop to think, what day is it? Tuesday. It's Tuesday. I think about all the meetings I have today. I have one with the general manager. I have another with Nick and his crew regarding shipping problems. I have one last one with someone else. I. It's a great bachelor pad with with a twin bed, our old sectional couch, a big screen TV with all of the current video game systems (I don't know what any of them are called), a half bathroom, and makeshift home gym.The gym has seen a lot of use over the years since it all used to be Trevor's before he passed it down to Dylan. The two of them still work out together sometimes for those bonding moments. Dylan isn't athletic or overly muscular, though. He's looks like your average 18 year-old. I was shocked when she asked, “Would you like to get together, as in a date?”I told her I’d call her in the morning. As soon as I hung up, Melanie asked me if that was my ex-wife sniffing around. I swear that she could read my mind sometimes. We had a good laugh over the sniffing around comment and let it drop.I had been getting some odd vibes from Wendy over the last four months and, after thinking about that call for a bit, it almost made sense. Every time I drove out to my old home, now. “It's war out there girl, remember that!” she whispered to the mirror.Her eyes moved back to the sleeping form, a quiet snore sounding from beneath the blanket. She studied him closer and wished she had given him a thinner blanket, the one that covered him was too thick to tell whether he was wearing anything beneath it or not. She remembered those days from their youth when the four of them had shared the flat on the edge of the university campus. She had known back then that her friend went.