Attr( 'alt' ); if ( typeof alt !== typeof undefined && alt !== false ) { $a.attr( 'title', alt ); } } ); $( '#grid-galler...y a' ).swipebox( { removeBarsOnMobile : false, beforeOpen : function () { console.log( 'gallery ready' ); if ( window.innerWidth < 768 ) { $( ".navbar.navbar-inverse.navbar-fixed-top.visible-sm.visible-xs" ).css( 'z-index', '1' ); if ( window.history && window.history.pushState ) { $( window ).on(. The next week was slow, but we hiked and went to town a few times. Then all of a sudden...a huge storm hit. Piles of snow covered the ground and blocked the door, locking us inside. Luckily, we had gone shopping for food so we were fine on that note.For dinner that night, we had pizza and watched a old black and white Western movie. Becky had fallen asleep in the middle, and I quietly slipped off to explore the place. The house was big; with about four bedrooms, a kitchen, study, and a. We met a guy at the bar named Tom. Tom was a big man with a heavy-set build and a shaved head. He was at least 6'2" with hair everywhere but on that bald dome. He was noisy and arrogant, but I enjoyed his stories even though my boyfriend thought he was pompous. We saw him there a lot in the next few weeks. So, this past Friday, my man went to a concert without me. I didn't want to stay at home and watch my kid playing Xbox so I decided to head to the bar for a glass of wine. I saw Tom at the. After giving them ten minutes to get settled, I followed them inside where I moved to the bar Sitting where I could see the room. They weren't hard to spot, being probably the loudest couple in the place. Sally and her date danced, drank, openly necked, and acted like the life of the party. Everyone seated near them was pulled into their fun, and it looked like one big party. One thing was obvious, my wife was well acquainted with her date.Sitting quietly at the bar, I tried to nurse my drink..