Paybacks are a bitch, Mark…  by now Cherry is so used to you NOT coming home she’s barely giving your absence a second thought… “probably chasing some tail,” or “on some bad guy’s trail,” she’s no doubt thinking to herself as she rolls over an hugs the pillow…  “but that’s my man…”

Meanwhile, back in the tree, Mark’s backside is growing impossibly numb as his opportunities to shift position are extremely limited…  looks like he managed to shinny himself a little farther up that tree…  He sure is in a pickle, though.  Trusty dog back home, cell phone with improbable range and coverage is in the jeep, shirt now turned into a sling, exposing the left haymaker…  looks like Mark might be sporting a wife-beater t-shirt…