With less than an hour before he leaves for his supposed "big night", he heads to the communal shower rooms down the hall to clean himself up. I lay back on the bed and think. I do a lot of thinking. About how I'm strangely jealous that Dale has found someone else to "play with," so to speak. About how he shares things with his girlfriend that he used to share with me. And about how tonight my best friend was going to get his rocks off for the first time ever (excluding his almost-nightly self-sex exploits). I've never been so horny and jealous at the same time.