The Carsons owned farmland, the odd bank or two, even a small textile factory. But they wore the mantle of wealth with ease. They were gregarious and ...down to earth people. I never met a Carson I didn’t like. We young people were playing the new music, rock ‘n roll, on the Carson’s jukebox. We danced to Elvis, the Coasters, and our favorite, Jerry Lee Lewis. Over and over we played Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On. The day started out sunny, but by mid-afternoon was dark and threatening. It began. The tech was able to locate one camera he was sure of in the living room area, and possibly a second one in the kitchen area. Between those two, anyone watching would be able to see anywhere in the unit, except for the bathroom. From what you have said, I bet there is one in there as well. The mic that was installed will allow us to listen in to everything said in the unit.”“Sir, off the record?”“Sure.”“I don’t know what you did or whose ass you lit a fire under, but those guys were seriously. You tell me that you're pretty good with computers and electronics and wouldn't mind coming over to help. I immediately take you up on your offer and you follow me back to my apartment.We get there and begin to check out the equipment and start putting the computer together. As I bend over, you notice that I am wearing pantyhose under my pants. You can see the waist band of the hose You also notice that when my ankles show, you can see that I'm wearing hose.At this, you start asking questions. Ruby didn’t seem to notice.“I wish I had her energy,” Harriet mumbled, and Sonja just smiled in response. Putting a sentence together was suddenly a lot of work. The two stood there in silence, watching Sonja’s screensaver, until Harriet eventually dragged herself back to her own desk.Sonja watched as she did. Every step looked like a lot of effort.“Burning the midnight oil?” Annette joked, stopping by Sonja’s cubicle on the way out. It was already 6:30pm, but Sonja felt like she still had so.