Rather than sit in there like a creep and watch her jog, I decided I would wait until she was done to start my workout. She usually exercises a little...at the end of each day and brings her workout clothes from home. I guess she doesn't think working out in a skirt and heels would be fun.After about a half hour I heard her finish in the workout room and walk up to her desk. She was talking on the phone to someone and saying that she would hurry to meet them. Rushed, she went into the bathroom. Mrs. Trujillo brought in a large hunk of meat this morning, bloody and dripping. I'm not sure when she will be back to start dinner because there was an accident in the second barn and she rushed out a little while ago." Emma made a slight face with her tongue out to show her disgust for the dinner choice."Coward," Jeremy said as he placed chunks of cheese on his bread. "Goat isn't gourmet but it tastes just fine if cooked slowly. I'll start a stew in a minute."When Emma started protesting, he. Time out there brain trust. I'm thinking you mean bad as opposed to being good, as in it's fucked up right? Well, tell it to someone who gives a shit my man! This ain't a goddamn fuckin' city council meeting, you know. Besides, since when did you start doing the thinking for this outfit anyway? Screw it man! I've made up my mind. This is a done fucking deal with or without your fuckin' help Lou. It's fuckin' done man! You got that? You fucking got it?" Art, 'The Mailman' responded defiantly as. I was recently retired and wanted something to keep my mind active yet not that demanding. I had an idea that I thought would make a good story, but knew I didn't have the skills to write commercially so typed it out on my computer intending family only distribution.I shared it with my eldest son; he suggested I post it on an online site. The story could be read for others for free and I might get some feedback. Though he did suggest I convert to Times New Roman font. I thanked him for his.