You look at me, smile and say, “Um…I’mgood. Say what are doing tonight?” I look at you withintrigue and reply, “Just sitting at home kicking... back andrelaxing. Why do you ask?” You say. “Well I wassupposed to go out tonight with this other guy, but he stoodme up. I went through all the trouble of getting a babysitterfor my child, and I don’t want to think that it was a waste.So if your not busy maybe we could hang out?” I tell you,“Sure, just don’t expect a lot out of me. I’m not the onewho. She met me at the door nearly in tears. “The basement…it’s its filling up with water,” she stammered. “Please can you do something?”, she pleaded. She was now sobbing. Despite the gravity in her voice, I couldn’t help but notice how her tits heaved in her low cut blouse as she cried. “Sarah,” I said calmly, “Let me have a look at it and I’ll see what I can do, OK?” She hugged me close and I could feel those 44DD’s pressing against my chest. “Thank you, Tom, thank you so much.” I walked over. Finally, sleep overtook me as well.Olivia's call came about seven the next morning and Jennifer went to take it. When she finished, she went immediately to the computer and called up a website from some group in Annistan. She recognized the name, but it meant nothing to me. Shortly, she called up a picture of Charles, who was blindfolded, but dressed reasonably in his career work clothes, the company name standing out clearly. The message bar running below the picture said that he was the. “Mostly,” I whined.“At least you’re honest about it,” she said. The smile faded a bit.“I didn’t explain it very well to Mom, I guess,” I said.“I don’t know how you could, when she’s going ballistic,” said my older sister.“So it really is a stupid idea,” I suggested, to save her from having to do it.“I don’t know,” she said, tilting her head a little. “Actually, I find the whole question very interesting. I don’t know if this is a valid way to answer it or not, but it is intriguing. I do know.