“You know Mark, you're a handsome guy. I bet your wife keeps a string on you so you don't stray.” he said. I just laughed as I began to feel knots... in my stomach. Scott handed me a beer, grabbed me by the hand and led me into the largest living room I had ever seen. “Have a seat. Relax a bit.” he said as he practically pushed me onto the couch. I managed to gulp my beer as Scott pulled up a ottoman at my feet and sat down directly in front of me. He sat with his legs gaped open, revealing part. But onceyou saw their faces, you knew they were females. Grace was the blond, shortblond hair that fell just below her shoulders. She was the tallest, a whoppingfive foot two inches. Her blue eyes always shone brightly, no matter what shehad endured in her hard life. Her pert nose and clear complexion highlightedthe big lips that always seemed to be smiling. Claire was shorter, five foottall. She had brown hair, long, that hung half way down her back. Her greeneyes always looked back at you. They appeared to have been taken over a period of years. I needed to pee bad, but I looked at them as I passed. I knew the two girls had to be her daughters, and they too, were overweight really bad - even back five - ten – fifteen - and twenty years ago - according to the dates on the frames.I must have pissed a pint, but I finally emptied. As I washed my hands, I thought about those photos. I had to wonder – what if I could actually make changes to old photos - and the changes still take. I'll have to find a job other than driving a delivery truck," he said."The attorney I got for you is pretty good and hopefully can get you off. If he does, I want your promise of no more drinking and driving. Okay?" I said."I'll really try. I promise!" he said.I told him I'd talk to him and Steve later and hung up. I doubted he'd be able to stop drinking but at least I could try.I spent the rest of the day taking care of miscellaneous stuff. I've tried to let my money help me in the day-to-day.