Of course the the upside is that dope dealers and Russian mobsters usually don't go in the woods either. They like their life as easy as possible." Bu...t you know Hugo, the great dismal would be a great place to hid all kind of illegal shit. That is if you don't mind the discomfort," I said. "Meth lab comes to mind." You were a dope cop weren't you?" he asked."I can't tell you any of that. But I do know a Meth lab when I see one," I said. Hugo just laughed."I'll bet you even know how to cook that. I was saving the business cards for after lunch so I could get them finished before the 2 pm pick up. After lunch I was checking the BCs (busines cards) so I could determine which ones were to go first. That's when my right index finger started to itch. Now, that finger gets a lot of paper cuts because I jog a lot of paper, (ok you're going to have to ask some one else what jogging paper means because it's just too long to explain here, but you can ask my brother John, because he was the first. "I did, and after a few seconds she said, "OK." She was lying face down on the couch wearing pajama bottoms and a bra. She gave me a flustered smile that said this is a bit daring and unusual but we're being proper about it.I tried massaging her around the bra, but that just didn't work. The straps totally interfered with the strokes and got soaked with cream in the process. I told her the bra would have to go. After a pause she said, "Close your eyes again."I got exasperated and said, "Mom,. With eyes closed, I was already beginning to work though the mental preparation for work when the train slowed at your stop. I thought, surely you wouldn't be going to work, or whatever it is you do, on a Sunday morning. But low and fucking behold, you boarded the train. This time you didn't hesitate as you walked past me and sat directly across from me...again. Why were you wearing a long trench coat I asked myself. It was barely drizzling when I left home. Fucking prima dona doesn't want her.