Did you know I haven't been without a beard for nearly twenty years? Margie is going to think she's with someone else."As soon as the two retiring clu...b presidents left, Tiny came over to sit with me. "So how did you like the way the stores looked?" I only went to a few, but they all looked really good. I'm impressed that the managers have been able to bring the buildings up to our standards so fast. A couple of the managers showed me a bunch of numbers that they were proud of, but I didn't. When she saw me she came towards me and started a conversation. My friends left us alone and waved me with a smile. After a long talk, she invited me to her house. We reached her house and I sat on the sofa and she offered me coffee. Oops, I forgot to describe urvi. She is a Maharashtrian girl with a fair complexion and her figure is 34-26-34. She sat beside me and she started touching me. I thought that she want to again continue the relationship. So I cleared that I don’t want to be in any. Knowing James, she’ll be some trophy wife, beautiful, vapid, an ornament to hang off his arm. I like to fantasise that she’s let herself go, a foolish frump staying at home to raise his perfect children, spending the day in an ugly grey tracksuit, stuffing her face full of ice cream on the sofa. But judging by the credit card bills that I creatively expense for him each month, it sounds like she knows how to take good care of herself. But let’s not go there. Whatever she’s like, he still. I heard one women say to a group of watching men, what a slut the tart was, and she hoped they would fuck her senseless later on, they said she could bet on that. They played on for a while, and with me, then we all went back to the bar for another drink. Chas and I got into a discussion with some of the truckers and bikers about the merits and thrills of motorcycles and the different models (Chas has one himself). Each of the groups is arguing their point. We had been on at this for about an.