I couldn't help it. I hadn't been complimented for my looks in years. Certainly not by my husband, who I had apparently become somewhat invisible over... the years, and I liked Duane's compliment very much."Thanks," I replied.We ordered some lattes, and then sat there sipping on the thick, creamy liquid and chatted about a variety of things; Tiffany; me; my marriage; even Ronald. It didn't seem to both Duane that I brought up my husband, and so I confided in him about our total lack of sexual. Then just before reaching my home he said he cant go anymore.I really hate this guy.i had to carry my luggage for ten minutes to reach my home.I rang the calling bell and a young woman opened the door.she told me she was the new maid who lives with my middle aged parents and younger brother along with her husband who is my father’s taxi driver.i didn’t like strangers in my home.The maid was not good looking but she was hot and young.In the night the driver came home bringing my father.it was a. The ones that I still remember were Atlanta, Charleston, Savannah and Birmingham. They were all much larger than Albany. The trips were great adventures.When I was a sophomore in high school, Dad had to go to New York. The trip would last most of a week. It was to take place around the time of my school's Easter break. I was overjoyed when Dad asked me to go with him. With an uncharacteristic display of bravado, I asked him if Effie could come with us. I regretted it as soon as the words left. Apparently, the conductor heard the shot, because he came running in to our car and skidded to a halt when he saw the bandit lying on the floor. "All right, who did this?" he asked in a demanding voice. I told him that it was my bullet that had done the bandit in, so the conductor said, "Thank you, Sir. Ya gets a $50 reward for plugging a bandit while he's robbin' the train. I'll give ya a chit what will git ya the reward ifen ya present it in person at the division headquarters in Hartly"I.