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  Hello? Is anyone home?” My daughter, Lindsay, had been talking to me about her upcoming party, but mind had drifted. She was a junior in college, but her best friend Kristy was a senior this year and would be graduating. They were making as many excuses as they could to hang out with each other as they could. ““I’m sorry sweetie. I haven’t been able to concentrate much lately.” I haven’t been able to concentrate much lately.” “Sounds like you need to get laid,” she quipped. “Mmmph,”  was all I could say to verbalize my agreement . My w i fe was an amazing woman. She had the smarts, the sense of humor, the endless kindness; all of it. In fact, the only part of our relationship that wasn’t enviable was our sex life. We had our daughter in our thirties. While this afforded us a better  financial situation and greater patience than we could have mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a heavy burden on our already struggling intimate relationship. We had already been together for tw

  Carson swatted away a mosquito while tromping through the brush under the oak and cedar. For all the fond memories he had of running around his friend’s wilderness backyard while growing up, playing their imaginary games as alien hunters or fugitives on the run, he never could quite shake his fear of stumbling upon a rattlesnake, scorpion, or even the odd tarantula. They’d rarely ever seen any such creatures, but it wasn’t impossible to come across one in this part of Texas. “Almost there,” Wes said. “Gotta keep it a surprise.” “Ugh,” Carson said as a small branch caught him across the cheek. “Better be a good one. Are we even still in your yard?” “Probably not,” Wes said. “Just hope we aren’t let down. The…let’s call it a show…has been regular as clockwork the last couple days.” “Show?” “You’ll see.” Wes led on in silence for another couple minutes until a large house began to resolve itself up ahead from among the trees. Carson didn’t remember having ever seen a house back here bef