Bobby wasn’t usually a pissed off type of guy, but Monday, when he woke up he was pissed and moody and needed to get laid.  Or punch the shit out of something.  And since he didn’t think he was going to get laid soon, thanks to the damn images, he thought punching would be best.  So he slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top and headed out to the gym he saw the other day.                 At least he should be thankful that he didn’t have to see her tonight, for she didn’t need to come in.  And he liked that she was able to spend more time with those kids, although the thought angered him.  He paused at that; okay, maybe he wanted it to.  He didn’t want to think about her or those kids.                 He pulled into a spot with a huff and walked into the gym.  Usually it wasn’

She walked in, her hair in a high ponytail and a dab of make up on, her thoughts a mash up of many things.  She locked the door after she had flipped the lights on, checking the bars to see what she needed to grab before she opened.  Jackie paused on her way to the stock room, though, as she smelled something.  She turned around and saw Bobby coming in the back way, a bag in his hand.                 “Are you just getting back?” she questioned him, knowing that had been a good four hours since she’d seen him at the beach.  He stopped in his tracks and looked up at her and then looked her over.                 “What?  Oh, no.  I went to grab something to eat.”  His eyes traveled over her once more before he turned to a nearby table.        &nbs

The following morning, Jackie awoke with a killer headache; guess having a cry fest would do that to someone.  “How stupid,” Jackie mumbled to herself.  She rolled her eyes and climbed out of bed, just as Dylan walked in.                 “Hey mom.”                 “Hey sweetie.  What time was Jordan’s dad coming to get you?”  She asked as she rubbed her eyes and pushed her hair out of her face.                 “You still go about two hours.”  Jackie smiled at her son and kissed his head.                 “Good.  And you got your bag all packed?”             &nbs

“What are you doing here?”                 “I wanted to talk to you.  The kid’s aren’t home and I thought, I mean if you don’t mind or don’t have plans.”                 “No, Jackie, you’re fine, come on in.”  He stood back and allowed her to come in and he had to swallow hard.  She was once again in his home.                 “Thanks.”  She walked in and looked around laying her purse on the kitchen table.  “You made it look very homey.”                 “Thank you.  I might like to decorate a bit.  Want anything?”                 “A water pl

She cleared her throat and finally blinked, her body telling her it was drained and ready for bed.  When she came up to talk to him and thank him, something she still hadn’t done, she never thought that she would stay and talk to him.  Not that she minded, she really enjoyed this little inside scoop into his world and really hoped that they could talk like this again.  She swallowed hard and moved her hands to his forearms, slowly pulling on them to remove his hands.                 “He’s always told me negative things and that was one of the reasons I filed for divorce.  I thank you for your words and I think you for talking to Sam, you were amazing with her, I hope you know that.  But it’s late and I should probably get going before I fall asleep at the wheel.”  Bobby grabbed his phone and checked the time.  Shit, they had been talking for two hours; it sure didn’t