>jealousy, different goals, sex, etc.>Sex? No, really? Like what?Well... this is a touchy subject but since we have discussed theintimate details of our lives before: She never wanted to do thethings I wanted. Things. This was a lot of truck, especially to give to the new guy! It sort of made me wonder what the other trucks looked like. She smiled, saying, “If you like this part you’ll like the bedroom even better.”I grinned at her calling it a ‘bedroom’, but as she pushed the curtain aside and we entered the sleeper berth I could see that it was an apt description; it was a bedroom alright, albeit one straight out of an eighteenth-century whorehouse! It was all red velvet, pink satin, and glistening white. "You can't keep getting pissed every night. We are having a baby."Sarah sighed as she woke. "Oh Tabs, please, stop it."Tabitha put a glass of water down on her bedside table and shook her head. "I mean it." Sarah groaned as she sat up and rubbed her forehead. "Hangover?"Sarah blinked and nodded. "A bit." I ain't bringing a baby up in a house with a drunk," Tabitha spat and crossed her arms over her breasts. "And to come in at 3am and begging for sex."Sarah grunted and took a sip of the ice-cold. After hearing about all my injuries today, I think Dr. Levitz was justified to put me in a coma. However, since my cell phone was dead, and I didn't have an emergency contacts card in my wallet when I got here, there was no way to know who to contact. Until my wallet showed up on Monday, I was a John Doe. You know how paranoid I am about the emergency contact card; therefore, someone had to have taken it out. Whoever they were they didn't want my next of kin or people that know me, contacted..

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