The Handyman must have been watching in the mirror, for he said, 'You're not a boozer, then?''I do drink alcohol. It's a bit early.''Excuse me for ask...ng, but are you working? Alicia said you helped out in her shop sometimes.''Yes. But I work mostly in the bookshop a few doors along.''Bookshop? Sounds okay. Last one we tried for Rick's book was full of crap. Turned out to be a journalist wanting to dig up smut on the lads. Caused us no amount of trouble. Had to teach him a lesson.'Worried, I. . Bond, James Bond.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Talk to ‘M’ if you want any details.”“Errr, are you from the area?” As in, if I can tie down the geography of where you’re from, it’ll be easier to figure you out.“Well, the United States is a big area, so guess you could say yes.”“Are you connected with the large diamond ring on Miss Johansson’s ring finger?”Dave teased, “Most of the rings I’m connected with appear on bathtubs or an occasional Jacuzzi.”“How do you know Miss Johansson?”“Very. You know.”“You mean your tits?”The word sent us both into giggles.“Shhh!” she said.“Do boys like your tits?” I said.“They like them too much.”“At least you have tits.”“Stop saying tits!”We pressed our hands to my mouth. The laughs backed up and sputtered out our noses. It was fun, like we were five years old. Sister says bad words are a sin against the Second Commandment. But the Second Commandment says, “Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.” What do tits have to do with. ‘Crazy enough to know that men going around sniffing girl’s asses aren’t going to last long at the job they have.’ ‘But why me?’ My voice cracked from the heel’s pressure. ‘I haven’t done anything to you other than be attracted to you. I haven’t even made a pass.’ ‘Your nose up my ass was enough of a pass,’ she snarled, ‘Don’t think I haven’t noticed you these last few weeks staring at my tits, and my ass. And seeing you practically drooling over my pussy back there.’ ‘Okay, calm down,’ I tried.