Expectations
Tim recalled the conversation as though it had happened yesterday. "Jesus," Paul had said. "Man, I just don't get you. You let a golden opportunity slip right through your fingers." Walter, the third member of the group, had nodded a knowing agreement. "Opportunity for what?" Tim had asked. "Are you k**ding? I have told you about the time Carolyn invited me in, right?" "Many times," Tim had said, but his friend wouldn't be stopped. "Man, we left a trail of clothes from the front door to her...