I woke up Sunday morning to sunshine through the trees again. I didn't remember any phantom clicks, but also did remember what surely was a dream. Stretching my arms, I rose and pulled up a pair of shorts again - skipped a shirt this time - and stepped out of the bedroom. I looked around, no girls. Maybe it really was a dream, I mused. The whole weekend though? If I had been a drinking man, I'd just assume I've been passe...

I've known Lisa ever since she was a small girl. I met her mother back then, and after some flirting and beating around the bush, her mom and I finally started acting on our feelings, though she had a complicated status - she was still involved with Lisa's dad. He was a drunk, abusive, and as I'd find out later, worse. So despite our wanting to be together for good, we ended up settling into an on-again, off-again relatio...