His human self was diminished into nothingness and was unaware of motion and sensation, not even the piercing pain in his bladder, for he was eliminat...ed from the world now, separated from what he used to be, until he…it… was smacked across the side of the head with the rolled up newspaper.“Wake up, cunt!”As if dredged up from a grave, it rose into full consciousness, bereft of self and yet light of spirit, nothing existing except the pressure of the bladder and the need to follow. “That’s not an excuse. You’re supposed to fix things, not let them fall apart even more,” Calvin said.“But...”“Man up!” Calvin said.“I was sure that she cheated on me,” Dexter said. “A man can’t stay married to a cheating wife.”“Did you have any proof?” Calvin asked.“No.”“Shit! The first thing you learn, in ‘Troubleshooting 101’, is to identify what the real problem is. You didn’t do that,” Calvin said.“Well...”Calvin took a long drink from his beer. He put the nearly empty bottle down.Calvin. We stopped in front of his house, a renovated old farmhouse. The door opened and an impressive woman was standing in the doorway. With her high heels she was much taller than I expected. Tight black jeans showed the shape of her long legs and fell perfectly over her hips. A red lace shirt with a black bra underneath left to guess little to me about the size of her breasts. Her long black wavy hair fell over her shoulders, her red lips formed a smile that welcomed me into their home.It was. Just before the voice mail picked up a breathless David answered."David Hunter." David, it's Belle." Hello, honey How is your trip going?"Interesting, she thought, his caller ID should have told him it was me and yet he seemed to not know."Quick and good. You sound out of breath. Did I interrupt something?" Not really. I just finished my workout." Oh," she replied flatly, not fully believing his excuse."What are you doing this evening?" I'm getting ready to head to dinner in about twenty.