"When are we supposed to start?" Midge asked.No answer. Betty was lost in her thought about her desire for dogs."Betty! You there?" Midge could be hea...rd over the receiver."Uh! Oh! Sorry, must have zoned out. You asked when we start, next Monday. I'll meet you at your house. OK?" She asked."That's great, see you Monday then. Boy that cash will be handy," Midge said."Don't forget to wear a T-shirt and cut-offs, and bring a change of clothe for when we're done," Betty remembered Mr. Lodge's last. I couldn’t control myself. I cried. She made me sit and I decided one thing. I wold do anything to regain their friendship.At the interval time I found them at the washroom. I went near to susan and fall on her feet. I begged her ” susan please forgive me,i can’t live here without you please”. Rakhi came near to me and pulled my hair and shouted. ” you bloody piece of shit, stand up and leave us alone.”. I cried very loud and pleaded. ” I would do anything for you.Please don’t leave me”. Susan. When I did, I should have been shocked but I wasn't. How to play it was the next big question.We drove to the Lincoln memorial. I had the newest of the revolvers and the smooth bore derringer. It was only good about ten feet anyway so the rifling did little to improve it's accuracy and the lack of it would make it hard to testify to anything about the tiny pistol."Edgar, we have a problem," I said to him while we waited. "You know quite a bit about me by now. So it won't be a shocker that I. It was a neat example of maleness, a finely sculptured multi-hued marble; the appearance only softened by the collar of flesh which surrounded and covered the head, his little piss hole slit exposed in the middle like a barnacle in its shell. She was tempted to ask him what other toys he had gotten for Christmas but that taunt was better reserved for those she discovered jerking off during the night.She looked up and he was grinning at her. She supposed that was only fair as she had looked far.