"Would you like a drink too?" she asked."Kohi," I said.She wrote it down. "Would you like anything else?" You're very sexy. Can I order one of you, pl...ase?"She went to write it down then stopped. "Oh," she said with realization, "I am sorry. I am not on the menu. And I should not ... flirt with customer."Did I sense a hint of regret in her voice? I was probably imagining it. Wasn't I?I watched her walk away with my order, gazing lecherously at her legs and ass, temptingly hidden under that. While I was driving mom was quiet, sad about her father. Sometimes she wiped away a tear. I did not want to talk to her and disturb her, so I kept driving. We stopped at a roadside restaurant to freshen up and have some tea. It was our plan to drive as fast as possible and reach my grandparents’ place by night.We exchanged a few words while I drove. Thats all. We reached the place by 9:00 PM. There was no one at my grandparents’ home. All were in the hospital, but the neighbour gave us the key. She’s now a WAC, works over in the Pentagon, `cross the river. Comes home on weekends sometimes.” He smiled. “Got something for you.” He held out two white cards. “For doing the job for a year, a reward.”“Thanks,” Rigby said, sticking them in his back pocket. When he finished his route and got home, he fished out the cards and saw he had two passes to a Senators’ ballgame, general admission the cards said.At supper he asked his father if he wanted to go to a game. “Aren’t many left,” he said.. 'Anyway, it doesn't help really," she siad with a soft sigh. "What about Lisa." Nicole shot a hard stare. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "You think I can't hear you two in there?" "Fuck, I can't keep a secret in his place. Are we that loud?" "Sometimes. You're more of a talker. Lisa is a moaner." Nicole snuggled up against me so that her mouth was close to my ear and whispered: "Did you jerk off while listening to us?" I shrugged. 'Sometimes." Nicole gave me a little smile. .