I stripped off my working dungarees and stood beside her in just my black briefs, hoping she would not notice the bulge. “Are you Fred Flintsto...e?” “Of course not” “Shame I bet you could make my bedrock “(get it the town in the cartoon) “I do not know about that I said, but I wished that I had my camera with me, I could take some lovely shots of you.” “Great, you do photos too, do you think that you could take some and make them into a calendar.” “Of course “ “ Good. Dawn and Darryl were my ride home, and I was enjoying dancing with them, and their hands taking some liberties with my body. They weren’t the only ones that felt me up while dancing, and I admit that letting strangers touch me was getting me quite excited. Probably a good thing it was time to go, and I had friends to get me home, or I might have never made it home. I hadn’t had a drink since dinner, but I was still surprised Darryl boosted me into the driving seat of his truck. Minutes later I. ‘Thank you, Trinity,’ Marilyn said, somewhat coolly. Trinity was oblivious of the older woman, and pushed her cart away, heading down the hall, where the other laundry cart had gone. Violet took that excuse to leave as well, and Marilyn Marshall knocked first out of habit, and then opened the door to the room that had been her husband’s home for the last twenty years. Thomas Marshall’s eye was closed, he was lying on his back. The left two inches of his face was a singular mass of scar tissue,. ‘Hi Mum! What’s to eat?’ ‘Nothing until you go back out to the garage and pick up your bike and put it on the rack where it belongs.’ ‘I’ll do it later, I promise.’ ‘Now.’ ‘Oh all right.’ Timothy slouched out of the room mumbling under his breath about the harsh treatment he was receiving from his nasty old mother. He told himself that he was sure that none of his friends had to put up with anything like it. On his return he was presented with a glass of milk and two Monte Carlo biscuits, the.