"I said, "I also play clarinet and played in the high school orchestra and a community group. That was okay but neither of my parents approve of jazz ...or blues because it's too plebeian. I enjoy the music. Remember, I'm the one driving the ugly truck. They've not been in it either."She said, "Oh, Brad, they're missing so much of life and your part in it."I added. "Don't tell them about 'Student Assistance.' It's not relevant to business. They don't like that I'm a math major either. They wanted. I’m not going to defend myself.” She practically stomped up to me. Fists at her sides, she visibly shook as she looked up at my face. She was almost inaudible when she cursed at me: “Fuck you.” She turned toward the door, huffed, and marched out. That was new. I sighed and yelled after her. “Wait-wait-wait, let’s work this out!” I didn’t hear anything that suggested she was returning. I called again from the threshold as she got in her car. “C’mon!” I tried, “Just tell me what you want.”. She responded and kissed me back. WIth a shocked look on her face I stepped back, looked her up and down and said, "I will be jacking off yet again tonight thinking of you, just like I do in your shower every morning thinking about having you! Goodnight sexy Laura!" Laura was shocked and said, whispered, "goodnight" and she went into the bed room with her husband. Monday night she did come out and get a drink in the middle of the night, I got up and walked into the kitchen as I did that. "Personal reasons," she said. She saw no point in burning bridges before she left. "The letter of resignation specifies thirty-day's notice, so you should have ample time to replace me."He glared at her and said, "Personal reasons. That's not good enough, Grace. What do you mean by personal reasons?" Personal, by definition, means my reasons are related to me alone, Paul." You need this job, Grace. You have a mortgage, a car payment, other obligations. You wouldn't resign if you didn't have.