Page 39 of Tank’s Weakness

Hotels in general give me the fucking creeps. Ever since that time I stayed at a place that looked clean but I woke up in the middle of the night to bedbugs in bed with me.

Never a-fucking-gain.

While Bear and Gunner discuss the merits of getting a few hours of shut eye, I pull my phone out of my pocket. I pull up her number and fire off a quick text.

Me

How was your day, beautiful?

She responds immediately.

Laney

Kind of shitty actually. You?

Me

Fucking same.

Laney

I wonder if there is a full moon…

Me

That was last week actually.

Laney

… I kind of want to ask how you know that, but I won’t.

Me

I heard some of my buddies’ wives talking about it.

Laney

That makes sense.

Me

Do you want to talk about your bad day?

Laney

Honestly, I’d rather not. What about you? Want to talk about it?

Me

Rather not. But I have good news.

Laney

Lay it on me. I could use some about now.

Me

Tomorrow is Friday…