This is life not some sponsored on-air radio contest. Why should relatives and employees be prohibited from participating. Why should Harry be off-lim...its to me? Why should I, Carol your daughter whom you love have to settle for second, fifth or thirty-fifth best? Am I not worth the very best?Why should Karen or Shelia be able to fuck Harry but not me? Mom, you can’t expect to raise a wonderful boy to become a terrific man, the perfect mate and potential husband, perfect partner and ideal. "It's been making the neighbourhood look down at heel. "It was then I realised that she must have taken me for the hired help, rather than the owner. In typical fashion she ploughed on without waiting for comment - "it's so difficult to find a 'good' gardener these days!"I grunted something to the effect that it was difficult, especially with the cost of pay that was required.She looked at me closely: "What do you charge?" she asked."Five dollars an hour" I responded, off the top of my head - I. .. ah ... well..." I know what you're trying to say. She thinks she's going to look at a man and see his..." Right, and what she gets is..." A load of shit," Theresa said, not being able to laugh."I'm not incapacitated. I can pee just fine," I said."That's true. She doesn't even need to position the bedpan. You can do that." She'd just have to wipe me. Frankly I don't think that is going to be much fun for her."Theresa nodded and said, "I can agree on that. It just bothers me that she'll see. She stopped talking and looked over to where Shelly was staring at. The rest of the table slowly grew quiet, as the other girls soon picked up on that something was up. They all turned around in the general direction of the other two girls. That’s when they noticed Tommy, who was now only a couple of steps away, and walking up to their table.“Hi Shelly.” Tommy managed to blurt out with a shy smile on his face.“Hi Tommy.” Shelly smiled back at him. For some reason seeing him there and hearing.