As he hoped, Lissa was behind the counter reading a magazine. Her full figure was witness to her job satisfaction, but in spite of a few extra pounds,...she was really quite cute.“You up early or late, sugar?” she asked as she set a cup of coffee down in front of him without his even asking. “Either way, you look like you need a cup of Java.”“Maybe after I finish it, I’ll be able to answer your question, Lissa,” he answered. “I haven’t decided if I’m going to bed or getting up.”“Well, it’s lonely. “No! You have to come down here.”“OK, I’m coming,” I grumbled, getting out of bed and stumbling towards the landing. I decided not to put on any pants to show Johanna that Mr. B. was ready for her visit.I walked down the stairs. Mr. B. swung left and right with each step. Johanna looked up and gave me another of her lousy impressions. This time it was Mae West.“Hey, that’s not a gun in your pocket; you are happy to see me!”“Johanna! Welcome back. Come on up, I’m ready for you.”“No, Mr. B. I. Location.... Claudette's country property. The weekends was when Claudette could usually relax. Chill. Let her hair down. The City only worked five days a week. Monday to Friday. At least it did for her. She had long since passed the stage where she had to work hours on end seven days a week. Claudette was so established that the wheels pretty much oiled themselves. These days she was raking in money for her company, and for herself for little more than clicking her mouse a few times a. My mother had made it perfectly clear that it was my responsibility to save it since my sisters had been such utter failures. We grew closer but not really close until after Christmas. I know she told you about it so I’m not embarrassed. The thing is, Phil, I was never embarrassed around you. It didn’t matter that my family was an awful mess. You didn’t make fun of my skinny boobs or my straight hair.“You just accepted me as I am – and I loved you for it. The more I was around you, the more you.