She was waiting for me when I came home and I took her to lunch.”“How did she seem?”“A bit bummed, I guess. We’ve had some real difficulties...over the years and she was hoping to fix things. Our conversation didn’t go very well. Other than being sad, she seemed fine when she left around 1:00pm or so.”“And you didn’t talk to her after that at all?”“No.”“Where were you?”“Home, except for about twenty minutes I spent having cocoa with my neighbors at their house.”“And people can verify this?”“Yes.. Hurry Granny, someone else has been here and they’ve trashed the place already.”“Get your ass hid and I’ll get Hank to round up some men. We’ll be there as soon as we can, even in all this rain.”“Granny, bring your gun. Bring three guns.”“Josey?”“Hurry Granny.”I knew the only way we could ever get these boxes out of here was through the tunnel. That wasn’t going to be easy either. They had to be lifted and carried up those steep steps in the basement to the outside.Surely they had better plans. My real name is Jack but the manager her wanted his guests to feel like this place was worth the prices, so we were to act as snooty as we could. ‘Cause French people and French food is snooty.” Fuck was he a piece of work. I had my day job working road construction, that kept me in really good shape but didn’t pay that well and wasn’t consistent. Here at “Le Bistro” the pay was good, so if that meant I had to use a fake (and really bad) accent, so be it. And it wasn’t like there was that much. He was 6 foot, fair and handsome and well-built guy and any women will get impressed. We discussed about how they got introduced and I asked him he is very serious or he is with her just for lust and he gave me confident answer and I was impressed. I asked about his parents and in turn he asked about my husband, when I said he is abroad and he gave me a naughty smile and looked at my boobs and stared for some time. I could see the bulge on his pants and he too noticed that I looked there. I was.