"Could you please tell me the balance on the account?" Yes sir. Would you like me to write it down for you." That would be wonderful. I'm such an idio...t when it comes to keeping track of money." It was obvious that Mistress Betty didn't close the account out completely when I gave her power of attorney. I didn't know what the minimum balance was to keep an account open, so I asked if I could just close the account right there and then. I didn't want to lose even a small amount of money, and I. "Oh you noticed, most people don't," Helen replied. "I got it even worse, I'm the loan officer. We still get pressure from special interest to make bad loans to their people. Since the government won't insure them any more, we refuse. So they send their people in to curse us in front of the other customers. Fortunately all they do it look foolish." She shook her head when she finished talking."I can only imagine," I said. "What are you forty, that means you have a long time till retirement.". Your hungry eyes stare at my goose bumped skin and you slowly take your finger to my neck, as if you are afraid to break me, and drag it down the center of my chest, further down, to where you reach the black lace that is resting on the skin between my now perky breasts. Hesitant, because you are not sure if this is really what I want tonight, you linger there for a moment, until I bring my hand up and lay it over yours. Your palm lies down flat on my chest, between my breasts and you feel your. She wrapped her arms around me and helped me to sit up. It was a struggle, and my abdomen radiated with pain. Jennifer pulled my legs and moved my body so I sat on the edge of the bed. I looked up, and saw Vern for the first time. The sight was beyond unexpected. Vern was an ancient looking man. His wrinkled skin was a dark shade of black, and he was bald. What were especially unusual were the markings on his skin. He was covered in white symbols. I could only see his arms and head, but they.