As we rested in our afterglow, Moira piped up, “Oh, there was one thing I forgot. Biff is losing his apartment and I said I’d ask you if he could ...stay here for a while. It would be a good thing to do for him. Our bed is big enough for three, don’t you think?”It’s been six months and Biff is still living here. Moira hasn’t said a word about wanting him to leave. From her viewpoint, why should she?Biff got a second shift job and with his income she could stay home. Very convenient for being nice. Elated, I headed to my section of the store and started stacking with a spring in my step. * A couple of hours later, while crouched by modern art checking the order of books on some sculptor, something caught the side of my eye. Looking around I saw Emma, beckoning to me and holding a finger over her lips. Confused I stood and wandered over to her. “Come see this!” she whispered, and opened the door to the stairs to the staff room. When we got up there we found our manager sat in the big. He’d never shown any concern about me or the children before. Well, sure, he bitched about me never taking care of myself and doing things no normal woman ‘in my condition’ would ever consider, but I’d thought it was all a way to poke at me. I guessed I was wrong. In one minute, my world was once again tossed upside down. My desire for Keven and Earl, my jealousy about Ted, my whatever it was about Trish, the stupid puns and goofy ponderous thoughts: every time I turned around there was. “How did that happen then” I asked her. Well mom was about 35 at this time but Bob, the boyfriend, was 45. Anyway mom and Bob had been going out about 6 months when it was announced that he was moving in with us. I realised pretty early on that he liked the way I looked and he would stare at me when I walked past him and if I was sat opposite him on the settee he would adjust his position in his chair so he could look up my skirt. However far from being disgusted by his behavior I found it a.