Please, just be happy you are now able to live your life for you, rather than live your life for a pimp.”“I have arranged for a church bus to take... all of you to an all-night restaurant. Don’t worry that it’s a church bus. I know that some of you have had bad experiences related to organized religion. Church members have said they would make beds available in their homes for a few nights or for one night you can sleep overnight at the church. My friends and I will make sure you have the chance. Like I said, Bob had lost a big hand at a private poker game. He had met up with his "buddies" at the casino and had brought them back to our honeymoon suite. I didn't like the way those men had looked at me. I was hardly dressed when Bob burst into the room. I had one of Bob’s shirts on and just my underwear. The last thing I expected was a posse of men following him into the room. They were all drunk, including Bob. Turns out they had all decided to come back to our room for one last poker. Melting inn each others arms. His arms fall around her curvous hips. Their bodies start swaying to the notes of the sax, but the only thing they can hear is the pitty pat of their hearts burning for desire for each other. Their body language said so much, like seeing every emotion they were feeling on the wall as shadows. He bends down and kisses her on the neck and gently begins nibbling her and rubbing his tongue along her irresistible neck. He takes in her perfume and this excites him. She. " He stopped just short of putting the remainder ofthe sauce on the steak. Tim looked back at Myka.She smiled an atrophied smile. "Go ahead. Might as well go all the way." You okay, Mom?" Tim asked, setting the plate down at his old seat. Mykasat across from Bobbie. "Yes." She said, looking at Bobbie. "For thefirst time in a while. Yes, yes I am." Myka smiled, taking in thepicture of the man he had become.And his girlfriend, she was amazing. Funny how some things work out.Jack would have loved.