Once she has a joyful deduction on the way we will do-over with a civil marriage. We live together, wear our rings, and nobody knows about the divorce...except the IRS. Not even Cindy.This year, just to make it interesting, my employer sold the company where I had some equity (1.2%). I purchased my shares each month from a retired co-worker, so it was complicated, I had both short and long-term holdings. I had the feeling it was going to be an all-nighter for me so I told Katy “go ahead.”Katy is. Him? You don’t know THEM! You reach down between your legs to find yourself already moist, wondering if they’re thinking the same things you were. You pull a pen and a slip of paper from your purse. It would be so hot. Would they even do this? What if I’m pushing it too far? Come on, they’re men, of course they’d do it. Oh my god, you’re crazy. You steady yourself with all the reasons why you shouldn’t do it, why you should let the moment pass, bid the men farewell and take care of business on. "No problem," I said taking two radios."I'm going to be in the parking lot when you feel up to it," I said into the men's room as I held the door open. I'm not shy that way either.I was standing the the parking lot filing Joan Pacer in my memory, when Rodney came up. "How you feeling?" I asked."I'm okay I guess. You knew I was going to have the GI shits, didn't you?" he asked."I knew it was possibly. That sandwich had thing on it you probably never eat. So it was possible. That little bit of. He smelled too bad even for the cheap whores who frequented the River Inn. Here in the cesspool that was River Town, Ree'al had been drunk for two weeks. That's what the bartender told him this morning when he asked for a drink."Why will you not give me a drink?" Ree'al asked, carefully pronouncing each word."You made me swear not to, sir," the bartender answered diffidently moving back out of reach."What? Why?" You said that you would drink for two weeks and then I must stop you." Ha! I do not.