He hugged her for a while until she calmed down. Amy made no attempt to remove her arms from around his neck."I take it that you agree to stay, right...."The tears started flowing again. The phone rang and Brad had to pry her arms off of his neck to answer it before the caller hung up.Rita Askins spoke as soon as he answered, "My supervisor informs me that you have been appointed temporary guardian of Amy Walton. We usually frown on such arrangements but we'll see how it works. I'll still have to. My whore was near the edge of the car park, one bag of shoppingdangling from each hand. I pulled out and followed from a discretedistance. Still buried in the paper, my son didn't even notice.***Life at home was dreadfully dull. There was no sex life to speak of,nothing to capture my spirit or imagination. I'd been fantasising aboutundergoing a transformation for months and now, finally I'd actuallyspotted a candidate. I couldn't believe it. It was so odd to have afantasy - to lie awake. .. lame." Don't normally run off before breakfast, but y'know..." Faye threw upher hand in an unusually mature gesture. "Shit happens."Tim saw Bobbie's face change to one of horror. Two and two made fourfaster in Tim's mind. "Wait..." She looked at Faye, then back to thephone. "You..." God." She slapped her forehead. "Now, I want a shower." You never complained..." Gah... stop talking."The distant sound of someone trying to open the door drifted in throughthe open window. Tim moved to stick her. The guys on the evening shift said he'd left, leaving behind a strange message for me. The man, a short, balding fellow, handed me a sealed envelope. I took it, my out-stretched hand shaking visibly. Grabbing the proferred envelope, I quickly pulled my hand back and retreated from the office, not wanting to explain my nervousness.I walked through a couple of departments, dodging customers left and righ before coming to a secluded area in the cleaning products aisle. I looked at the envelope. No.