He felt the reasoning was sound. Allowinghis dad to think he was more like how he wanted his son to be wouldmake Ming's dad ease off on pressuring his...son to be like him. Mingwould be losing some of the obstacles on the road of finding himself byjust letting his dad think what he wants. Staying true to his principlein this instance was a steep hill. There was nothing to gain bycorrecting his father and no harm done so that was not a hill for Mingto die on.Saying thanks was hard for Ming. He. Mrs. Olsen and Bjorn had been screwing each other for at least a year before she married her older husband. She always said she needed a younger man to satisfy her sexual lust, but an older man to satisfy her material needs. It was a lust without compromise. Kirsten pursued sex like school kids craving candy. It was an insatiable desire.It could have been that Bjorn had embezzled a portion of Mrs. Olsen's wealth, or she just gave it to him. Rumors surrounded the whole affair before he left for. I lost track of how often it happened, but eventually I woke up with enough energy to stay awake for a few minutes.I lay there listening for minutes that seemed like hours trying to get the energy to open my eyes and turn my head. Finally, I managed both, and discovered Anna sitting next to me bent over in a chair holding my hand. As a matter of fact, she was squeezing it hard enough with both her hands that it had to be hurting her because it was sure hurting me.I lay there more long minutes. " When are you next going to wear that tie?" Henry asked Ricky with a grin."Not until one of the Ks orders me to," Ricky grinned back."You've got a job, I hear." Yeah with a buildin' firm in Pitsbury. I'm learnin' to be a plant operator." Good for you. What about you, Reg?" Same firm but I'm learnin' to be a brickie." Great! Well I hope it goes well for both of you. If there's a fall off in work because of the recession get in touch with Dave at the farm. I'm sure he'd be able to find some part.