It will be fine Mark. About an hour the lights went out. No lights and no heat. It didn't take long for the house to get cold. "Mark you better sleep ...down here. Your bedroom is too cold upstairs for you" Oh mom, but where. Judy's room is too girlish. I'm not sleeping in there. She said. One night is not going to hurt" Ok, but I won't like it. Next morning it was brass monkey cold. Mom got out dads camp stove heater. It helped ah little. I dressed in my winters went out to feed. The snow had. I sat down heavily with my dinner, and as I drank the wine, I stared at his empty glass, musing on what I was doing with my life. It wasn't like I'd blown him off for dinner, and yet...it sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my. Jim was obviously enjoying the dance as well. After a couple of songs, they returned to the table. Teresa thanked Jim for the dance and politely turned down a drink as she already had one. Jim left. "One down, two to go" thought Brian.It wasn't but another few minutes before another man approached Teresa. He was blond, athletically built, wore tight jeans that hugged his tight buns, and a shirt that showed off his washboard abs. He said "Hi, I'm Jeff, and couldn't help but notice you were. She could almost hear the reasons why from his thoughts. Alex sighed. ‘Are you sure Julie? I mean really, really sure?’ Doubt began to creep into her. It was obvious Alex was not so sure. She had grown so much in the past year and become more independent. For the first time in her life she felt like she could take care of herself. Alex had pushed her so much to do that. If she struggled he did not help her, he encouraged her and provided support. But he always made her do things on her own..