”“You look good,” Dexter said.“Thank you,” Janet said before taking another bite of her sandwich.“You’re welcome,” Dexter said.Dexter ...took a bite out of his sandwich rather than attempt to continue what was becoming a rather awkward conversation. The two ate without saying much. Dexter wondered why she had wanted to join him at the table if she wasn’t going to talk.When Dexter finished his sandwich, Janet opened the conversation. “You made the news again.”“What did I do?” Dexter asked.It seemed. I had rescued the glassware from a yard sale months before. At the time I purchased them, I had no idea what I would every use it for.I shot the still life over three days. Some images were from the evening, some from the morning, some from the failing light of evening. I ended with half a dozen which would do, and two which I felt were superior. One of them was good enough to have printed as a gift, and I had one made small for my own wall. That image seemed to calm me down.Over the weeks. It was fortunate that I had been sleeping with one arm above my head and that I was not wearing any attire. The friction between my attire and her skin, smooth though it was by the standards of Brobdingnag, would have prevented my escape. With my free hand I caught the hem of her garment and gave a prodigious pull while shaking my body as much as her bosom allowed. To my immense relief I gained a few inches of movement releasing my other arm. Using both I was able to extricate my body from its. I pulled in and parked, I waited a minute as I knew he saw me. I put on my baseball hat and got out and walked up the truck he saw me coming and opened the passenger side door and said "whats up?. He had his Snapple gear coat on his lap, that told me all I needed to know. I said that girl back there was pretty hot, do you see her a lot? he said a couple times a week her Dad owned the shop. I said I couldn't help but see you were pretty hard when you left there, he just laughed and said he.