She had risen rapidly through the ranks at the bank, her talents as a hard negotiator and her keen eye for a new business opportunity soon bringing he... to the attention of the movers and shakers who ran the business.Determined never to have to be beholden to anyone in her career, she had steadfastly refused to ever date anyone she worked with; never becoming involved in the sexual merry-go-round to which other women seemed to succumb as they furthered their careers and advanced ever upwards in. Where had he been? All I could make out from his verbal attempts was low level slurred mutterings and gargles. I looked down at him like the piece of crap he was for perhaps the first time in my life. His eyes were rolling all over the place, he reached up for me but I swatted his hand away in disgust.I thought about the abuse Mom had suffered at his hands, verbal, mental and physical. The neglect and the cheating that had probably been going on behind her back for years, both before and after. I noticed Vincent was outside. I waved at him and he waved back to me. I was soaping the car up really good and really getting into it. It was really hot and I held the hose over my head and got myself really wet. My nipples were hard in my top. I really wanted to get his attention and I took off my bikini top and washed the car topless. Vincent now was looking directly at me and I could tell he looked a little shocked, but he never took his eyes off me. I was now washing the hood, lights of. Evidently, sunbathing wasn't automatic every weekend day. Too bad.I checked several times, though -- just in case.At 7 o'clock sharp, I was ringing the bell at Molly's place. She answered at once (the girl was nothing if not reliable) and stepped outside with me, closing the door behind her."What's the matter?" I asked. "Is Sarah on the warpath?" Do you mean, is Sarah still mad at you? No, I don't think so. I think she's mad at me -- for giving you the time of day. C'mon, let's make tracks,".