Bill, I'll bet you can clean his clock on the golf course. How about that?"Bill grinned and went to take a shower. Then Ali called the office and Judy...Jeffries answered. "Judy, it's Ali. Something very important has just come up. I need the entire staff in the office to meet with a new client in the conference room in an hour. Are Ginger and Sandy both in town today? I really need them both to be there, too." Ali, they're in town and should both be in. But you know how it is when you make your. Since I had plenty of water and the water heater would supply all the hot water I needed, I took a quick shower afterward. The weather wasn’t warm enough to sit on the deck in shorts, but in jeans I would be fine. So once the coffee, Hondo’s egg and kibble breakfast, and my fried egg sandwich was ready I went onto the deck. I was a fashion icon in my grease stained blue jeans, my orange hoodie, my steel left leg. At least the leg had a layer of insulation between the metal and my stump.Drinking. You can even start playing golf again. Why are you so set against me working?”“I know how it works! First it’ll be lunches with the girls. Then it’ll be after work drinks, then maybe a girl’s night out. I know the pattern. The wolves will flock to you, and soon you’ll be on the backseat of a car or in a cheap motel.”“So the whole reason you don’t want me to work is because you’re afraid I’ll turn into a slut? You have so little faith in me? You stop by for drinks after work with the other. I saw that Muffy’s unbrushed hair, skimpy, scruffy, yellow tube top and tiny, washed out blue denim shorts weren’t going to work. As we went upstairs above the camera and photographic supplies shop I owned, I had scintillating views of her shapely tight arse and a good two inches of the lower portion of her buttocks, such was the short of her shorts. The only blemish were two red wheals across them, purely superficial where she’d been sat on the hard chair outside the Three Tuns pub. I showed.