Michelle stood up to get us both more coffee. I had not noticed really till now. As to her age figure it out she was born in 77 and it was now 92, her... tits were almost as big as mine. Big boobs sort of ran in the family. I didn’t even know what size bra she wore. I started to cry. Michelle asked me what was wrong.I told her I had been a bad mother to her and that she must hate me. I had missed her growing into a young woman because of running that damn bar. I sobbed as I asked her to forgive. Jane walked over having heard what was being discussed and plopped down in a chair and said “It’s all true, and yes I think we’re both happy about how things around here can be” looking towards me as she asked “Aren’t we Daddy?” My smile couldn’t have been larger if someone had stretched my mouth a mile wide as I replied “Yes Jane, I am happy that you girls love me enough to take care of me when I need it most. It’s been hard since your mom got sick, I’m kind of old fashioned I guess. My name is Rick. I live in a little dingy floating on the banks of the Seine. I used to work as a trash collector in my thirties and now I'm pretty much unemployed after I was fired because one of the guy's who's thrash I used to clear had me fired for doing something that him and my employer both found pretty unforgivable.Years back, when I was around 38 or so, I worked around the villages around Lyon, going from house to house collecting the thrash and taking it away in one of those tiny haul. They give me a cell on the upper level and close the door. I make my bed and sit down for a minute, I start to think about my new life and how I'm going to live, in here. I roll up my pant legs so they are more like capris so people can see my legs. When the other inmates return to the cell block I am allowed to roam free, I go sit at on of the tables in the common area, I see an old black guy walk up and sit by me, he calls me pretty and I blush. He says "I can make sure no one fucks with you.