When Doug’s tears finally dried up, he had only one option left. As much as he hated to do it, he knew who was responsible for all this. Irene. He swallowed his pride, and called her.

“Irene, this is Doug. We need to talk.”

“Doug? This sounds like a girl, not that hunky guy Doug. Is this some kind of joke?”

“Don’t play around! Not now!” snapped Doug. “Just get over here. We need to talk.”

“Okay, take it easy! That time of the month, huh? I’ll be there in a few. See ya, babe.”

She hung up, leaving Doug feeling the sting of being called babe, and thinking that he would soon really have ‘that time of the month’, and all that it implied. Before he knew it, he was crying again…