When Bob came home andpretended he was my husband like we did last week, you know, "Hi hon. I'mhome" I was ready for his kiss, which I accepted. This ...time when he kissedme he put his arms around me and hugged me as if I was a little sister.All his kisses were on my cheek and always friendly. "Is supper ready luv?" he asked."No, I'll put something on or do you want to order something?" Neither. I thought we can go for a burger and stop by the thrift shop andget you some more clothes. You must be. But they were sure as hell nasty. I wanted to just get in my car and go home but they stood between the cars and us."Oi!" He swaggered as we pulled up short. "You fuckin' cunts are going to give us your fuckin' money!" He jabbed a grubby forefinger in my direction with each statement. I decided to play it sensibly, offering to get my wallet from my jacket if they left us alone. He hacked up a gob of phlegm and spat at me. From the four yards or so, it nearly hit my shoe. I tried not to flinch. On popped Shania Twain, "Let's go girls! Come on," The music began toplay the tune of her song Man I feel like a woman began to fill my ears."I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alrightGonna let it all hang out, Wanna make some noise-really raise my voiceYeah, I wanna scream and shout, No inhibitions-make no conditions, Get alittle outta line, I ain't gonna act politically correct, I only wannahave a good time"It was a moment which I have to admit I was so totally aroused, MistressIrene was. ”“Yes we would Jack, if we had enough capital to make it feasible, unfortunately we don’t have enough money just sitting in the bank to go it alone. Dad explained.“How much money are we talking about Brian?” Mom asked.“Well you could realistically start trading with something like $10,000, but to really start to notice a return, you would need 25, hell 50 or $100,000 would be better.”“Well couldn’t we get a loan of $10,000 and give it a try. You have your trading license; you have said that.