Seating themselves in a booth, he told her the whole story, interrupted only when the waitress came for their order. When he finished, she sat there q...uietly looking at him for a few moments before speaking.“Wow,” she finally said, “where do we start? First, before we talk about what you did, let’s talk about what you’re going to do. You’re going to go to that phone booth outside and call her. Then you’re going to apologize and tell her how disturbed you are about what happened.”“I can’t right. It's so simple. Do everything right and you live for another day. No room for fuckups, just do your job and keep everybody alive and happy."I extended my hand with the letter sized envelope I carried."No, Jack. I will not accept that until you read this." He waved his hand at a stack of legal looking documents on the coffee table in front of him.I recognized the top one. It was a copy of the pre-nuptial agreement I had signed ten years ago. There was no need to read that I knew exactly what it. I understand. Well, I better get, I go to bed by 8:00.” Ricky just had to throw that in there so she’d think he was tucked away in bed when she was preparing for bed. They exchanged goodbyes and Ricky headed home to his beer….and hopefully another evening show.Dinner was a bowl of ramen noodles, washed down by four Millers. Ricky read through the instructions to his new camera and charged the battery. He woke in his easychair at 9:15. He flipped off the TV and raced upstairs, again careful not. Note: when ever a girl says that she enjoys "living life" it means she likes getting fucked. She asked me about Sara, and I told her about my wife without giving any details away as too our lifestyle. I asked her if she had a boyfriend, and that got the conversation moving towards relationships. Then I asked her what kinds of things she looked for in a guy. She said the typical things "sense of humor, great personality...etc". "Everyone says that stuff," I said. "What are YOU into". She.