Some daytime businesses were hanging on - a gas station, corner bodegas, payday loans. A television and vacuum repair shop with ancient, dusty console... in the window.My head felt itchy under the wig so naturally I bought an ice-cold Dos Equis at the next bodega. From a sad-looking middle-aged gent bent over with both elbows leaning on an old 50s cooler. Thick, droopy mustache. Maybe it was just the heat - Señor Mustache may be laughing on the inside.In any case, there’s nothing like a 10 AM. "The meeting broke up and the participants began to file out. A few shook hands with Frank as they left. Murray stayed in his place near where Frank stood and another man joined him. When all but the three of them had left the room Murray made the introduction."Frank, this is Steven Crawford, Executive Director of the Pension Trust."Frank thrust out his hand and Crawford grasped it. "Mighty thoughtful of you to come out here to make this presentation to us. You didn't have to." We're important. "I really met her this time, you sarcastic sod," he replied. "I was talking with her in a chat-room last night for over half an hour. She sent me her photo and I sent her one of mine." Oh, so you haven't actually met her then? Just exchanged photos and some chat. A pound to a penny if this photo is a good one it's of someone else and this person you were chatting to has a face that would frighten children and is built like a sumo wrestler." God, you are so untrusting, Jake," Peter responded, "I. I didn’t know what to reply to him. He always openly starred at my cleavage and legs and I secretly liked him, but I never took it seriously because he was my friend’s dad. Now as he was standing in front of me in his white shirt and black pants, I found him very hot. “You are very beautiful, Laura,” Mr. Wright said moving closer to me, “But sadly you are my daughter’s friend so…” Mr. Wright was thinking the same thing. He moved very closer to me, and put his hand on my shoulders. He made me.