" No doubt, but I don't think you could be as good at it as you areunless you were actually enjoying yourself." Well I wouldn't go that far," I said. ..."I find it... restful. Whilemy body gets on with the physical work, my mind wanders free. I getcreative. I've got a couple of new ideas for my digital currency appto test out tonight." I think it's more than that. I think you really like being acleaning lady!"This was a little embarrassing. I hoped she wasn't losing her respectfor me as her. I cannot be a member of a species that is dumb enough to create people like I had to deal with today!”“Walmart, home of the trashiest of white trash. You may consider me a racist, but I’m with Grim on this one,” said Creighton. Creighton was one of my oldest friends on the MPD and was decidedly of the African-American persuasion. “Say what you want about the D-Street Treys, but at least they don’t hang out at Walmart!”It was widely acknowledged by every member of the Matucket Police Department. What were you wearing?* What?In bed. PJs. Nightie. What?* Oh... nothing.Nothing?* Nope.You don't do that here.* I know. That's because you get in bed after me, and make me cold, if I don't wear something.Oh. That's news.* Well now you know.Okay, so you were alone, naked and feeling sexy, but you went to sleep.* Yep. I'm not a man Mike. I've got some self control.Alright. Alright. Then what?* Well, the dream. We had gone to the lake for a picnic, and then there was no one there, and we had taken. Brett, playing it safe wore an apron. He was leaning on the counter looking at me. His eyes slowly shifted to his left and I turned on my stool to follow his gaze. We were now both looking at Debbie in profile. Debbie who had watched our kids for years. Teenage Debbie. Sexy, amazing Debbie. My eyes scanned down, from her pretty face, then those breasts which in profile defied nature, perfect proportions sitting out from her body, her nipples angled upward, then down across her flat stomach,.