When I got home, I headed straight upstairs and cried myself to sleep. The telephone woke me up around 4:00. "Is everything okay Rhon?" I heard Amber whisper on the other line.
"He's not home," I answered.
"What do you mean he's not home?"
"Well, if he is home, I didn't hear him come in."
"AJ and I told him to go home right after you left."
"What do you mean? What did you tell him?"
"We just told him that he should go home to his wife...and that was at like 11:00...Rhon.... Are you still there?"
"Yeah I'm here. I just can't believe this shit...hey, I think I just heard the garage door. I'll call you tomorrow morning."
"Rhon ... "
"Don't worry - I'll be okay." I hung up the phone and headed downstairs to confront Howie.

"Hey honey, sorry I'm late. Something came up at the club," he said as he tried to lean in and kiss me. I pulled away from him. "What's wrong baby?"
"Something came up huh? Too many people trying to get up to the VIP Lounge?"
"What are you talking about?" Howie asked as if he didn't know.
"Amber and I were at the club tonight."
"You were there? I saw Amber but I didn't see you."
"Apparently you were too busy in the office. I believe you had some company." Howie got a sudden look of shock on his face. "Let's see, I talked to two blondes and a red head who said that they were already up there. Then saw you go into the office with another blond."
"She...um...she is a singer. I was checking the calendar to see if we could schedule an appearance at the club."
"Do you really fuckin' expect me to believe that?!?!"
"Why wouldn't you believe it?" Howie asked. "What do you think happened?"
"I don't know...I heard that if you give the owner a blow job you get special passes up the VIP lounge." Howie just stood there and turned white. "You know what Howie, I think you should find some place else to stay for a few days," I said as I turned and headed upstairs.
"Where am I suppose to go?" Howie shouted up the stairs.
"Right now...you can go to fuckin' hell."