’‘Foley? Who is Foley?’ ‘Foley is a long story for another time.’ ‘You worry too much, my friend.’ Ralphie threw an arm around Michael�...s shoulders, ‘you always have and you always will worry more than necessary’ Little Ralphie smiled at him. ‘Perhaps, I can change things for you so that you do not have to worry, anymore, at least, not about money.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Hey! Stanley!’ Ralphie leaned forward and tapped on the glass partition that separated him from the driver. ‘Pull over here,’. He’s always smiling and says “Hi” but what I really notice about him is the huge bulge in his shorts or sweats. It’s around lunchtimes or after dinner that I see him, and I kind of giggle at his clothes. Thursday, my husband was going to the Bruins game, and I went straight to the gym from work. I changed outfits in the locker room and only older soccer mom douchebags were there, the typical mid-forty to sixty-year-old bottle blondes with no asses who eat only sushi and salads. I always start. Saying that she didn’t think the problem was as big as I was painting it, that we should give it some more time and maybe see how we felt in a few weeks or a month or two. That she was sure I’d feel differently about things then – after all, as she reminded me, wasn’t I the one who’d persuaded her that there was no going backward for a couple like us.But the way that Jill was responding was gradually making me more and more angry. I was doing all the heavy lifting in this conversation. The Jill. It was a good experience, since the whole team worked well together and there was lots of great banter. Dave had lost count of the times he had been told to suck someone or other's dick, or kiss their arse, because he'd asked them to move out of the way or do something that didn't suit them right then. Not a great punishment, all things considered, especially if it was a fit young lad who said it, but he kept that thought to himself. The foreman, Rob, had pulled everyone along and in particular.