The phone rang in Cliff’s ear, “One ringy dingy. Two ringy dingys. Three ringy dingys,” he said in his best Lilly Tomlin voice. He pictured the ...3 year mother naked in his sleeper, flat on her back, reddish-blonde hair, pale skin, 34C still-firm titties, and her legs spread wide, exposing her bright red bush.Grace was gathering up the dinner dishes when the phone rang. She sat them in the sink and walked to the bar to grab her phone. “Hello.” “Hi Grace, how ya doing girl? It’s me, your trucker. J., how's football camp going?" asked Jake. "Hot in those pads in August, ain't it?"T.J. spun around to Jake, startled at the sudden change in subject. "What are you talking about?" he asked. He looked at Jake as if he had lost his marbles.Jake continued, unperturbed, "Does Coach still make you do two-a- days in full pads, even with your broken nose?"T.J. gave his head a little shake, as if to say he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What? My nose isn't broken. What the fuck..."Jake. Hector's tawdry courtiers are gathered around him at the ricketylinoleum table.I approach and put my clutch on the table before him. He opens it,grabs the money, and counts it, muttering out loud."He looks up and gives me a golden smile."Excellent, T Chica. You were my top performer last night." Rookie's luck, boss. I found the right groove." And the Mara took part of your competition off of the streets." Hewhips out his cell phone and flicks it open. It displays a picture ofa dead black. After putting away his groceries, he went to his bed and sat down. He stared at the wall without moving.The elderly woman stopped her car in front of the entrance to the apartment complex. She looked down at a sheet of paper and checked the address. She turned into the parking lot and drove around looking for a specific apartment number. She finally parked next to a white pickup truck.Rather than immediately getting out of her car, the woman sat there staring at the apartment door trying to.