So why do the worrying? That was his philosophy. ‘May I get you some tea, Abigail? He was smiling. ‘I see your gears working trying to place this ...in a compartment. Let me tell you Randy doesn’t fit neat and tidy in a box, Abigail.’ He laughed. ‘Yes, I would love some tea with honey. So he isn’t holding back because he went blind? How did he go blind? Did you know him as a sighted man?’ I asked with interest. He placed the cup of tea in front of me just as the phone rang. He stood up said hello. "Coffee?" Oh God!!" the young lady exclaimed as she cleared the ladder. "Yes, please. My bosses called last night and I threw everything in the limo and here I am. I could use breakfast, too."Andrea picked up a phone, "All the comforts of home." She dialed. "Oh good you're up" Andrea." Yeah, from yesterday." ... breakfast for two ... Wait..."David stepped off the ladder and onto the deck. He stuck his head in the cabin hatch, Andrea made eating motions and got a nod. "David's coming with.". "Yes, Master. But she's such an idiot!" She has her beliefs," Johnny replied, chiding. "When you go to the briefings, make sure she hears what she needs to. We have time." His gaze swept to me and his father looked out of his eyes. "Limited amounts, but we have time."After that, we ate in silence.Almost immediately after breakfast, we were called to go to Medical. If I'd been in denial still when I got there, it would have been difficult to continue with it. There was this lengthy row of tubes. An hour later everybody else on the bus seemed to be asleep except the driver (I hoped) and myself. I watched farmland go by the dark, then shifted my gaze down to the girl next to me. As I said, somewhat chubby, but pleasant to check out under the circumstances, there was something kind of sweet about the little bulge of cleavage between her big round breasts, the roll of her tummy, her little chubby fingers with tribal-style rings on each hand, the tattoo on one ankle, the little chubby toes.
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