I yanked up my pants and loosely did my belt to stop them falling again whilst I made my way purposefully to a sorry looking Donna."What's wrong?" I a...sked, truly concerned with my friend's new wife. Finally, she seemed to notice that there was someone else in the room and the bride looked up into my eyes and scanned them in desperation."He's having sex with my bridesmaid," she said calmly, though a tremolo started to build on the last word, then she broke her stare and took a few steps towards. " You'll have to tell me when you find out." He laughed. "Now, does BEES still have the nonsense about number of course credits and number of years?" Yes." And you're seeing Adam on Thursday?" Yes." Okay. Here's what we're going to do. I'll write you a note. You have him sign it on Thursday and then drop it in the BEES office. Make certain you get two copies after he signs. One's for me, t'other's for your records."He took a piece of Museum letterhead from a drawer and wrote a bit. Signed it,. "Tell me, who is your family?" The words were out before I could control myself. "Ah straight to what's on your mind. I like that in a women. Alas I do not know since I wasn't raised by my parents." "Who were you raised by?" Curiosity was getting the best of me, but I wasn't going to let him be with me if I didn't know anything about him. He pulled my face toward him, looking at my lips. "How about we have this discussion after, butterfly." With that his eyes looked up at mine, and I was. She told me that there was extra cash on the debit card they had gotten for me (since I was by myself most of the time, it came in handy sometimes), to have a good weekend, and not to have any parties while they were gone. I chuckled at that. I didn't have any friends to invite over, let alone enough to invite over to have a party.I ordered myself a pepperoni pizza for dinner. It arrived thirty minutes later, and I sat down to eat, flipping through the channels as I had dinner. After I was.