Yes he’d live half his live building and then half his life mending fences, or at least that was his plan. He paused again, silently strumming his g...uitar slowly looking at the faces around him. His light blue eyes seemed to immediately welcome anyone who would take the time to pause and truly see the old man. His eyes seemed to speak of a good, but hard life, one that had many happy times and some very sad ones. A tear tumbled down his cheek reminding everyone that this was one of the sad. When I went in, I did not see anyone there. I looked around through the piles of extra desks and office equipment, but did not notice anyone. Then I heard a voice in the back ask if I was ready to meet my secret admirer. I managed to say yes, though my mouth was dry. From the back stepped Pamela. Although I had met her before, I did not see her often. As a purchasing agent, she was usually out of the office. I had noticed her because she liked to wear sexy hosiery like myself. She was about. “What are you doing?” she asked, kicking her feet against the floor, but her socks could find no purchase on the hardwood floor. She was still wearing her school uniform, pleated plaid skirt and white blouse. Her sweater, which had had just the arms draped over her shoulders, had been left downstairs. “Billy, wait…” she protested, feeling his hands move down to her bare legs. “Wait, no, what are you… BILLY!” she cried out, as his hands moved up under her skirt and jerked the waistband of her. “Two hundred,” he said.“Huh? Two hundred dollars?” I said. My implied question was stupid, but it’s what he’d said, sort of.“Thousand,” he said.“Oh,” I said, suitably impressed. “Wish I could afford one. Hell I wish I could drive one,” and I laughed. “That elevator on the passenger side is real useful.”“It has the same thing on the driver’s side,” he said. “Oh, and it has the capacity to install controls you could use to navigate around too.” Now I was really impressed.“Yeah, now if I could.