I took a cab.My house was warm, dry and looked after ... had I mentioned the money? I suppose not.It was my mother's house. She was struck in the pitc...hing wedge on the eighteenth hole by double indemnity lightning ... she had insurance against the possibility. I inherited the house ... and next-door neighbor Doctor ... the cars, the golf cart and the money.Daddy was lost at sea ... he was still alive ... I heard from him now and again ... but he was out there somewhere ... sailing around the. She was one of those girls that didn't have to try too hard to look beautiful,her slim sillouete looked great in any kindof clothes and her breasts weren't big but certainly not small either.She was listening to music on her cellphone and didn't pay any attention to the man staring at her intensely from a few feet away.He wore a leather jacket and looked a little sleep-deprived.He was in his mid 30s,and a bit skinny.When Margaret turned her head towards him,he averted his eyes to the bus that. He had cosmetics on his face, but they were moreconservative than mine, too. He looked kind of like a schoolgirl with noone to tell her that her outfit was too revealing. Looking absolutely shame-faced, he did a deep curtsey and, to my shock,raised his skirt high enough to reveal that he wore nothing under it.And his penis was as undersized as my own. We stood there, him with hisdick still on display, me with mine never covered in the first place.Belatedly, he entered, throwing a concerned. He and I would sneak out and drink all the time so I was up for it.I had to make a few copies of our shipping slips so I headed into the main office. I knew I would pass Bob at some point, but I was ready for it. And really didn't give a shit. I had about 20 or 30 copies to make so it had my full attention. "There he is!" Bob chuckled as he entered the printer room. "How's it going Adam?" "I'm good, you Bob?" I responded. "I'm good Adam too, ahh you changed your look, that's too bad" he.