I stumbled out into the kitchen surprisingly early. Well, it was still morning. I couldn't find my phone and I was looking for a clock. Daniel was in the kitchen dressed and ready to go. It was 7.30am. "Hey." "Hey." "Good morning sleepy head." "Good morning worker..." "I've got to go," said Daniel. He skulled the last of his coffee, put the cup in the sink... "In the dishwasher," I said. "Sorry." He shoved a piece of toast into his mouth and started to exit the kitchen to the back yard to where our cars are parked. This is not how I saw this going? Really? Not one word. I may have just done the worst action of my life, I didn’t expect silence. I so wanted to say something. Ask how it was? I’ve always just been a perve. I sometimes wonder if I suffer from sex addiction? Daniel got to the door when he turned around. "I'm guessing you had something to do with that last night?" ...