She was looking over a ladies magazine. "That's a lovely dress Joyce,"she mentioned with a feminine lilt. But Timmy turned the conversationand began...a different conversation after his long nearly sleepless nightthat had been filled with thought. "I...I don't think I want do to thisanymore Mrs. Henderson," Timmy began."I'm not Mrs. Henderson, not anymore," Gladys replied. "I'm Miss GladysReynolds again. I have taken back my maiden name after Ned and I gotdivorced," she assured."Well, I...I. Another reason I didn't hurry home was because my mom and dad both worked long hours and usually didn't get home until later in the evening, sometimes long after I'd gone to bed. It was kind of lonely, especially since I really didn't have any friends, at least, outside of World of Quest. They both worked high-paying jobs that required them to work long hours. I understood that and never hated them for it. I just sometimes wished that we could spend more time together as a family. Though there. The laughter lowers to a chuckle that creeps around the bottom edges of my desk, rising like a murky, unclean tide. I pull my feet up and put them on the legs of the chair. I’m wearing a nice pair of shoes and I don’t want his cooties on them.Gah. Two more days. I promise myself, just make it two more days. It’s almost Friday.There’s an awful fluid ripping sound. And his obnoxious voice “Aaaah, that’s better.”I pretend it’s a belch but I know better. Disgusting.The rest of the day would be. A swim suit was something you could put your hands on. If it had a nubile girl inside you'd put your hands there soon and often. Yes, swim suit manufacture assured contact with lots of females, mostly undressed. He sent the money.There was a little bit more to it than that. He'd heard whispers, first through his science reporter at the station and later in the garment trade that the DuPonts had come up with a new cloth called "nylon", a synthetic fabric they were just putting into toothbrushes,.