His accent was unabashedly Southern. ‘You ast’ me what I was doin’ in the dry room and I tol’ you. Mama tol’ me to get the bleach powder and...scrub out the tub ‘fore she got home.’ ‘Don’t you talk back to me, boy.’ The man barked, holding the stovewood up to strike the boy again. ‘I done tol’ you to quit pickin’ on me!’ The kid yelled defiantly. ‘Hmph!’ The man snorted. ‘Yor mama ain’t here to watch over you now boy. You don’ talk to me like that!’ ‘No!’ The boy growled. ‘You don’ talk to me. " My fault?" she exclaimed. "How is it my fault?" For being so beautiful, intelligent, and sweet," I stated firmly. "I couldn't sleep all night for thinking about you. I need to see you again. Have lunch with me?" Um ... I guess so," she agreed. "Where will we go? We don't want anyone at work to get ideas..." At that response, I knew I was headed in the right direction."I'll find something," I said. "Don't worry about anything, it's just lunch and talk, for the moment." For the moment? Sounds. Outside the office the two women made introductions with the two doctors.Betty Smythe and Carl Kelgin. Alisa mostly looked down and listened to thethree talk about the procedures. She hardly understood any of this. Ofcourse Catherine knew exactly what she was getting into. Alisa liked tothink of herself as open minded and non-judgemental but Catherine reallygot under her skin sometimes. At times she wondered if this woman wasn'tinsane. Than she remembered she had agreed to be a part of the. I was excited watching her, so much at ease and as she opened the street guide I saw she was pressing her leg hard against his.'Fucking hell, what the fuck was she doing', raced through my mind. I looked around the carriage and saw we were all alone, and I looked back at them, he was tracing something on the maps surface, all the time the map was on her thighs, so his finger was touching her, she was obviously playing him, so I looked out of the train window and followed their progress from.