“Yes, Jeb? Have you redone your nail polish again?”“No, I just don’t know if this is old business or new business.”“Well, spit it out and ...we will decide.”“You remember last week when Gloria auditioned as a serving wench?”“Yeah.”“She told me that she’s now been able to pay off her mortgage, but sure would like a Jaguar and a couple of Escalades. She wanted me to ask if she could bring Nelly and Kelly in and let them be serving wenches.”“Why doesn’t Big Joe do the asking? She’s his wife.”“I heard. I was just getting ready to leave when my cell rang. It was my mom."Hi dear, how is everything there? Is the house ok?" The house is fine mom. So am I. Stevie has had some sort of breakdown though and I am truly scared for him." I said as my emotions came pouring out."Well maybe if he'd lay off of the drugs he wouldn't have breakdowns." I could hear my father in the background saying he wasn't paying to bail the little fucker out of prison. I assumed that they were not around grandma or grandpa. I want to explore him, it nearly makes my mouth water. “I'm honored you want to spend time with me. All I was going to do is check out the club they have down the street.” “You wouldn't have gotten far, they're closed for remodeling. My manager told me this afternoon.” “Lucky me you want to spend time then, I suppose, huh?” I offer him a cheeky smile. “Indeed, but lucky me as well. But there is something I've wanted to do since last night.” Before I can ask him what that is, he pulls me into. At first the motion is barely perceptible. But as the disk approaches the horizon, it appears to pick up speed, sinking more and more rapidly. I am suddenly returned to the present, as you shift next to me. I am acutely aware of your presence. It is just you, me and the setting sun. Your elbow touches my arm, and wisps of your hair are wafted by the breeze to tickle my face. I don’t know whether it is because you are feeling a little bit chilled in the cooling breeze, or whether you.