While I wish our night of passion could last forever, the sun still chooses to rise. The morning goes by in a blur - getting ready, running through the plan, passionate kisses, and frantic goodbyes.

Now I’m here, pacing in front of Eileen’s home by myself. As the live bait, I feel like I should have a neon sign hanging around my neck saying, “Kill Me First!” but of course we couldn’t get that made in time. Bummer.

Either way, here I am, contemplating my ...