The night, she walked through the door I realized she was tooken. The way Eric held her close showed how over protective he was of her. I wasn’t about about to intrude by introducing myself before Eric did. I didn’t want anyone to know what I had planned for this lovely lady. She approaches me with a smile and I ended up tripping over the marble dining room table. Covering up my embarrassing move with a smile, she smiles back and this makes me feel better. The aftermath of the bump, made my knee ache. The rubbing and caressing I applied only made it worse. I knew I needed some pain killers to kill the pain.

I gazed around the room helplessly for Alice. She was mingling within the crowds with hoping to find her a date for my party Saturday night. It would be my 30th birthday and I had no one to share it with. The girls desperately tried their hardest to find me someone to enjoy the evening with. And if she was the one for me I’d love it best if she stayed the night. Not to have sex or anything, although I wouldn’t mind watering my garden. It’s been a while since I’ve slept with someone. And, the girls were beginning to lose hope themselves. And, I wasn’t the type that gave up without contributing atleast one-hundred and ten percent.

"Aren’t we charming." Dana says. She enters the lobby locking arms with Howie. I turn around and smile once I saw my friend. Like always she made a promise and she was good for it. I couldn’t believe that she was standing before me. The twenty-five year old had a scrimmage game and gave it up for me. I felt spoiled and pampered. Now, if Shane were to walk through the door-I’d be complete. " You’re here. Oh and you bought little Howie." Bette replies. She kneels down and rubs the young boys face. "I’m not little. I’m twelve for crying out loud." Howie corrects Bette. "I’m sorry little guy. I mean big guy. I never meant any harm by it." Bette replies softly. "I’m just kidding Bette. Um, Bette, do you have a bathroom around?" Howie asked. "Yes. It’s right down that hall." Bette replies. She points toward the hall adjacent to the lobby. "Thanks." Howie says. "You’re welcome." Bette replies. She and Dana watch the young man find his way to the restroom.