Becky spent the whole morning dreading the coming lunch. She added up the numbers a second and a third time, hoping that the results would change. The...unofficial tally around the office had Fred and Amy pretty close to tied. Everyone was just waiting for Becky to come out and invite one of them to lunch.When it turned out to be Amy, I don't have to tell you that it got everyone talking."Let me drive, " was Amy's only reaction. She made Becky fish out the keys for the Lexus right in front of. Raven was to put the money in a specially marked trash bag and put it in the pile with the other bags on the sidewalk."Remember this was back before the city used dumpsters. Trash would come down from the tenements and the bags thrown in a pile. The trash truck had three men on it. There was the driver and two men, one on a foot-stand on either side at the rear of the truck." Someone must have been watching the bag. How did you get away with it?" I was on the sidewalk side as a pickup man. The. There was no mistaking the similarity in features: the eyes, the hips, and that self-possessed, smoldering sexuality. He sighed lightly, turned around, and hurried toward his waiting lover. The gypsy had just finished laying out some blankets she had found, which would be a nice change from the cold cave floor from the night before, when the vagabond walked up behind her. He took her hand in his and kissed it with a smile, but there was something sad in his eyes. He said, ‘I have one more. "She's actually blushing!" Jackie noticed with glee."Shut it off," Katie said softly. "Please. Just turn it off," she turned from Jackie and rested her elbows on the counter. She swore under her breath and lowered her head onto her arms. "Why did I let him talk me into that?" Aw, come on Katie-girl, it's not that bad," Jackie said. Consciously using the words she had heard that old fuck use to try and calm Katie down on the day she was cursing. Katie sunk lower into her arms, "Jackie had been.