I hope I look that good at 42, I thought to myself, as she walked into the house.Hi honey, she said as she hugged and kissed me. Coffee is ready, lets... sit and catch up, I told her. Where is the great white hunter? she asked, while laughing. She has never really liked Tom.Where do you think, he is in the woods with his buddies, I answered her. Wonder what they really do out there? she added. I smiled at her, who really cares, I answered. Mom are you seeing anyone these days. No baby, after your. They caught us up and asked if we could recommend somewhere for them to stay the night as they hadn't booked anything. The town was busy as there was a big convention on so we knew that rooms were few and far between. We chatted a little while and asked if they had gotten anywhere from our earlier conversation. A quick look from her to me, and I whispered they wanted to see her stockings properly, not just a glimpse. She walked quietly down the side of the house to the entrance away from the. After I was done Bob said to Alisia, "What do you say Alisia?". Alisia spoke and said "Thank you sirs. I hope I made you happy." Bob untied her and said she should go get cleaned up and bring another drink. A few minutes later she appeared with the drinks. Still no expression on her face. It was now about 2 am and I was worn out. I went back down the beach to the Johnson's house. I knew I could not make Lisa happy tonight. In the morning Lisa greeted me with a sad face. I explained. I retreated to my little hideout in the Wall Street basement and moved other people’s’ money around like a shuffleboard master on the doomed-by-fate Titanic.Eventually, I woke up from that nightmare and found my way to a sleep-inducing, gently rocking Brooklyn subway train and went back to the roots of the American dream in the chaos of the Civil War and the glory that was found in successful “Manifest Destiny”.It was such a strange feeling to have almost a full eight years of hard living under.