Gladys takes them. Don't know what she does with them afterwards, don't care really." Can I have it?" CJ asked."Sure, be my guest," he said handing it...back to her."Listen, at least think about what I said. Give me your number and I'll call you sometime tomorrow." I don't have a phone," he responded. "Why don't you give me your number, I'll call you from a payphone."She glared at him dubiously. "Because you'll probably never call me," she said reasonably. "Where is it you live?" Not far. Just. I sat back down to open the file. How hard could it be to line four metal boxes up. I looked through the four designs and decided that none of them were worth a shit. There was no way I could draw on a computer before the change. Maybe now I could figure it out, but why bother. That's why I paid other people. I used a piece of typing paper to make a rough sketch and I do mean rough.The four squares were lined up in different directions. The unit on the right was closed end out. The next unit. It was sort of tangy, and not really sharp. She felt better jacking him with her hand, she had a lot of experience doing that with both Danny and Butch.She was fascinated when he came. Danny sort of welled up and some of it ran down the side of his thing while the rest would shoot out a couple of inches. Butch had actually jetted when he came, though she'd never held him straight up to see how high he'd shoot. He'd always been sort of parallel to the ground or the floor or her. But this guy. I have to admit that I was starting to get along with Candy now more than ever, and I was seeing her as an ally. Sometimes we would steal some candy or something and plant it on Honey to get her in trouble. Honey would spoil it by eating the Candy and then asking for punishment from my mom like she had been guilty all along.We ate lunch the same way we took every meal at home - in the same bowl we pissed and shit in that morning after we cleaned it.We’d usually do chores around the house, and.