"The girl in the car shrieked "WATCH OUT!"I turned to see the big guy 'Jeff', rushing me with open arms, his head down, and shoulders hunched, readyin...g for a classic football tackle."Wow this is like my last belt test" I thought as 'Jeff's" massive fingertips began to close onto my arms. Swiftly I fell backward, while raising my foot to plant into 'Jeff' stomach. Latching onto his outstretched forearms, I pulled his upper body down while continuing my backward fall. As we continued our downward. I got to Lucille's and was briefly disappointed that she was all business as we unloaded the carpet and carried it to her basement. She was wearing an ornate white nylon running suit which was clearly never meant for sweating in. I admired how it hugged her ass as we climbed the basement stairs and resolved to get her out of it somehow. She didn't offer me a beer when we were done, but when she asked if I'd like a drink, I asked for a glass of water. She got her purse while I drank it and. “Sort of.” He’d worked down her straps and was reaching behind her back. It looked like she was laughing when her breasts popped free, but I couldn’t really hear.I didn’t think I should be watching, but Miriam had me squished and sensed I’d seen something. “What happened?”“He’s got it off. Her bra, I mean.”“Pervert!” the “p” making a puff of air against my temple, leaving me wondering if he was the pervert for doing what he was doing, or if I was the pervert for watching. “Nice boobs?” nuzzling. “Who are your people?” is a commonly asked question.It means who are you as defined by your ancestors.“Ginny Jo Jean Beckwith,” would mean ... your ... I don’t know how many times removed ... grandma (Alice Jo Jean Beckwith) and my grandma (the aforesaid Ginny Jo Jean) were sisters in 1779 ... and you are family. It don’t make a damn if they hated each other ... it doesn’t even matter that the same boy knocked ‘em up ... way back in 1781. It makes no never mind that he didn’t marry either of.