We lived on his separation pay and what little work he could find. One of is part time jobs was the overnight cleaning of a local bar.I guess that job... was his downfall. He started drinking. At first it was just a beer before starting his overnight. It progressed to hanging around in the morning for an "eye opener". Finally he spent all his waking hours in the bar drinking. We soon lost the house, but the bar owner took pity on us and made a small shack by the rail yards part of his pay. My. David reluctantly agreed and I invited him up to my apartment for water. We hadn't brought any on our run. To my surprise, David accepted. As we walked into my apartment, I told him to have a seat while I grabbed us a glass of water. David was sitting on the sofa and thanked me as I handed him the water. He had on those short running shorts serious runners wear. I could see the muscles of his legs, defined and tanned. I then gazed higher to his shorts, noticing a minor bulge. I then. She walked over to the shelves at the end of the classroom, pulled out a couple of books and encouraged Sandy to sit down on a bean bag with her near her brother who was intent on building windows into the structure.“Hey, shall we read for a little while?” asked Holly, opening the first book. “This is about two kids who visit their friends in the summer holidays.”Sandy looked at the book, then at Holly. She was ten and her brother was about a year younger. “Holly, why are you here?” she. The volunteer fire department and the neighbors had cleared out over an hour ago. Cautiously, they rose from their positions and checked each window, looking for any sign of a lingering guard.Satisfied that none were easily detectible, they plotted their escape. Keeping as low as she could, Liv grabbed the keys to the Starfire from a hook on the wall and crept back to unlock the car. They stowed most of the guns and supplies in the cavernous trunk. Only the weapons they carried were placed in.