”My mind starts going in all kinds of different directions. We usually prefer it when a client decides to come to our office for the pitch—especia...ly an office as impressive as Altitude. It’s good for them to see the culture they’re buying into.But I’ve never heard of an out of state client traveling to the agency. It’s hard even getting local clients to agree to come here. They almost always expect us to go to them.“Why?” is all I manage to ask.“We don’t know. They didn’t tell us. But it seems. I can barely make out the trees through all the swirling snow, and they aren’t that far past the entrance.”“Well, they have those animals with them – those wolf things that helped Jasmine pull Morales out of that hole. Animals can smell their way home, can’t they?”“I certainly hope so,” Ashley replied.Finally, there were sounds from the entranceway as Jasmine and Morales hung up their snowshoes and brushed snow off each other. A moment later, they heard Jasmine laughingly scolding the wolves. It was a stupid idea passed into law by hateful old men who knew they’d never have to serve. And now we’re stuck with it and when we become hateful old men ... or women ... all we’ll think is that we endured it, our children can do it.”That smacked me into silence. I was one of those hateful old men who had espoused a mandatory national service as V1. I’d talked about how it would teach discipline and straighten out our youth. But I knew I’d never have to serve. I was eighty fucking years old.. "Staring right at the bulge in my pants she held up her breast toward my mouth as she wiped it off and sweetly said, "Please wipe it off my lap before it gets on the couch, would you?" Sure mom," was all I could stammer out. I wiped the area off very tentatively as she continued to play with her boob. Satisfied that I had done the job I put the paper towel on the coffee table in front of us. Finished with her boobs mom follow suit and placed the rag she had been using beside the one I had.