My heart starts to thump because the noise just stopped somewhere outside my door. I see a big dark jacket walking down the path towards my door. I le... out a huge sigh of relief that he's not carrying an ax or gun of any kind. I recognize him as Spencer, the somewhat well off man I've bumped into in the village's only bakery. I wonder why on Earth he's here, I'm sure he has somewhere better to be on Christmas Eve. I lunge to undo the locks just before he knocks. The metal latch is so cold it. When we went to bed that night, she apologized to me."I didn't mean to hurt your feelings; it is just that there doesn't seem to be any logical explanation for the problems you are having," she said.I told her that I thought that Bill might be the one messing with my contracts."Why would he do that?" she asked. "What would he gain by causing problems for you and your customers?" I don't know," I said. I really didn't know. "It's just that Bill is the only person who knew about the last couple. ”The recreation room was a Bar. Capitol B. Glittery glass, a triple shelf of liquor across the backbar ... a full length mirror and the bar, all sixty feet of it was taken from a building in Superior, Wyoming in the 1920’s. A feature was the shelf with 4 nickel slot machines. There were three Brunswick pool tables and one regulation billiards table; the one daddy gave away when he remodeled the basement into offices.“So, pool building land goes with the house?”“And the house on the other side,”. Outside, we haveapproval for everything you wear.”“Oh, goody!” I replied.Barry said, “You tops are all fine as you like showingoff your big breasts with low-cut tops. You won’t bewearing pants or panties or pantyhose anymore, though.We’ll donate what you’ve got to Goodwill or theSalvation Army. And bring all your skirts out to us.”I normally wear skirts above the knee as I know I havegood legs. My boys wanted them shorter. They cut all ofmy skirts.