3 AM in MIA

"Stop.  Don't" "Baby.  Let me finish." "No.  Don't.  Can't take any more." The hour was approaching midnight and the only light in the bedroom came from the muted television.  But already deep into what had begun, the will pressed on to an ultimate conclusion, despite her protests and despite what was clearly tears in her eyes." "Come on.  Almost finished." "No.  Can't take it. Please!" But being near the climactic point, the purpose of it all, it's impossible for one to stop.  Certainly countless couples have been in the same position where one is ignoring the others tears and pushing deeper." "Come on?  It's okay.  Just let me finish," was the strained request to continue. By now her brown eyes were full of tears and even in the dim light they could could be seen tricking from the corners down her cheeks.  Finally,  after several excruciating minutes that must have felt like an hour to her, ...

It's 3 am in Miami again and awake this time with a touch of anxiety over freight sitting in Frankfort, Germany cargo terminal with the importer playing a little fast and a little loose with the import regulations.  And if his eco-boost engine get's seized by German Customs, who will he blame.  Yeah.  Potentially there are some uncomfortable conversations this weekend and disputes over charges.  I should have tapped the GABA before going to bed to make sure I slept though the night on this, rather than waking up and tossing it over and over. But gratitude for the gentle breathing of someone next to me numbs the anxiety.  Three weeks earlier there were no sounds of that sort, only sounds of nearby trucks, overhead planes and far away trains, so I found myself getting up and looking for the anxiety relief of human contact at the only reputable place open at that hour - Denny's. The parking lot was empty as was the dinning area save for one moustached Latino proppe...