" I'm happy to have kicked off that kind of talk with my gift. I hope you didn't reveal too many truths." No, not too many, but a few!" You didn't!" S...ure. Just to see their faces." What did you tell them?" About the glass table, just as an example. You should have seen their faces. Sarah even said, if I ever wasn't up to it and wanted a stand in, I should call her!" Sarah? I'm not sure I remember her." Oh, yes, you do. The tall one with the brown, wavy hair." Yes. The skinny one. Yeah, you. Our host of characters can't simply hang out on an island hideaway forever.As was pointed out, jobs and mortgages and all the other shit await!!Where will we go form here?Since much of this is pure fantasy, why not play with another fantasy that we all have from time to time.The fantasy of leaving it all behind.The fantasy that made that country song "Take this Job and Shove it" so wildly popular in its day.Let's face it, we've all thought of what it would be like to just step out. Not worry. I was drowning. You’d pull me out long enough for a gasp of fresh air on the court and then I’d slide right back under water when we finished. Melody rocked my world when we gave each other our virginity—in your basement. But as soon as school pressures hit me again, I was right back in a funk. I’m not cured yet. On Monday this week, I was right back in the shitter. But you needed me on the court and Melody was in my bed when I got home. I’m way too much trouble for either of you, but together. I was in a club one night on Charles Street. I was chatting up a woman next to me at the bar-- not for any good reason. She was too old for me. She was thirty-seven and had been left alone when her friend took off with some guy. She was pretty. Her hair was short and curly. Long straight hair was the fashion but she obviously could not have cared less. Her eyes were brown and deep. Talking with her was just plain fun. Later I was shocked to find myself making out with her in the parking lot..