She looked around like if she was expecting an applause or some other recognition for being there. Rich bitch, I thought and finished off my juice.Bac... at my till I put on my happy to see you smile and chatted with the customers as they came and went. I was about to change the ticket roll when something caught my eye. The woman from the parking lot came walking towards my station with a shopping cart filled to the brim. Oh fuck, I thought, here we go. She will probably bitch and moan about. "The police officer looked at my green card and asked, "So you are from Russia? However, you speak English very well."I wanted to tell him that he was an idiot but I held my anger and answered, "Yes, I am from Russia - my husband Jack Reynolds is a Sgt. in the Marines and is currently deployed to Iraq."He tapped my green card against the clipboard he carried and stated, "Hey, I think I remember seeing your wedding in Russia, wasn't it televised?"I had no idea if it was true so I resorted to a. "There's no one here but you and me."I was incredulous. The same young lady who had spoken with such pluckiness while dancing was differentiating between a comfortable cottage and the backseat of a car because the cottage had no driver."Do you want me to walk you home Margaret?" I didn't know where Paula lived and wondered if Margaret could even find the Augustine house."I don't know," she said and I believed her. She didn't know what she wanted. Paula helped her decide."Don't you want to fool. If you want it, the job is yours," she said with lust in her eyes as she knelt down beside him. "I'm not really sure. A place like this only comes along once in a lifetime and it would kill me to do the work and to see it sold to some jerk." I'd move up here in a New York minute, but I'd be so afraid." Nadia said as her mind thought of a few horrible things that could happen to a woman and she did not want to go there. He put his hand on Nadia's thick, upper thigh and Vince replied. "I don't.