Again, or so I thought.It was Labor day weekend, that I got the shock of my life. Michael was called away for a job overseas that was going to keep hi...m there for a week. It had been over two weeks since we had sex. Plenty of teasing but before any real action, Michael found some reason to stop. Not that it was an issue, nor was I upset, as this happens from time to time. However, I was a frustrated man.I was anxious for Michael to leave, as I now had several days to be in my Remy. So bad of me. He'd come home late from work and Helena was at her mom's or her sister's or whatever, so it was just us. We bonded over beers and nachos. "I need to clear my head, and the best surfing is there." So was Callie, but I didn't say that. "You want to see Callie." Manny saw through me. "Yeah, I do." "What about Penny?" "We're done." I told him about our last conversation. He'd been working a night shift all week so I hadn't had a chance to tell him Penny and I had broken up. "You didn't dump. I let Bill in on my problems, since we had started to become friends. I would never have thought I would ever be friends with a guy like Bill Gates, but he was a decent guyI spent the day at the office, not even going out for lunch, and then drove back down to the Hyatt. Despite the closeness to the house, I didn’t drive out. I didn’t want to see what was going on. I was starting to contemplate simply selling it and starting over. I mentioned it to Marilyn that night over dinner. She gave me a. I suspected I knew what shewould say. And equally that I didn't particularly want to hear it.I hated referring to her as my flatmate anyway. She was so much morethan that to me. Yet that was how society perceived us, what all ourfriends merely thought us. It made me resentful at times that no-onecould know, well almost no-one, who we truly were to each other.As I parked I decided on stealth because I was not sure if such person,my "flatmate" would still be asleep. I did not want to wake her if.