[2am - Saturday]<br/><br/>Grace sat on the couch nursing her latest bourbon. The clock in the living room struck 2, and Jim was still not home. Sighing sadly once more, she gulped down the rest of her drink with a gasp and put the empty glass on the coffee table in front of her. She looked towards the kitchen and saw her friends having a good time. That much made her happy, at least. Curling up on the couch, she closed her eyes for a moment and daydreamed that Jim had finally arrived and was taking her up to bed...