"Wow, its getting late. I bet Heather is going to start worrying soon if we don't get you home."

"Wow, its getting late. I bet Heather is going to start worrying soon if we don't get you home."

Buck looks like he's stealing up his courage to say something else that you do not want to hear. You do not swing that way, never have. You quickly flag down the waiter and hand him twice as much cash as you owed just so you could get out.

Buck takes the hint. He's quiet on the ride home, except for giving you directions.

"Turn here. That one there on the left."

You pull up into the driveway.

"Thanks Andy."

"No problem," you reply. "Oh, one more thing."

He looks at you hopefully.

"Heather doesn't deserve to be unhappy. You do whatever you need to do to fix this, okay?"

He doesn't answer. He trudges back up into his darkened house. You drive back to your hotel and get some rest. Its not he kind of vindication you had expected out of the evening when you talked to Larry, but you're feeling strangely better about life.

        ~  The END ~