Eighty. If she asked Mr. Falk for all of her next paycheck, she'd have eighty. And she had to pay for food. Would have to pay for food for all three o... them! And there wasn't a need for more employees here. She knew that. Most of the customers came in when Mr. Falk was here, and he only paid her to work when he wanted time off, or to stock shelves. The sweet man was generous, but not THAT generous!God, what was she going to do. Sitting down on a stool behind the register counter, she lay her. That’s when I decided to take the trip I already had planned.”“I am sorry. I wish there was some I could say or do,” Cinnamon said.We sat in silence for several minutes. “Would you like to play some games?” asked Cinnamon.“Sure,” I responded.She went into her bedroom. I thought I heard her talking. After a few minutes she emerged with a cribbage board and a deck of cards.“Cribbage or Gin?” she asked.“Let's start with gin,” I suggested.We played gin for quite some time. We talked and laughed as. " Wait, Anita." I brushed the hair from my face. I didn't know how to explain this, but I knew this was something important."You have a list of all the things right?" I asked and she nodded. "Order it so that things which relate only to you - your problems, your wishes, your needs, your everything is on top and after that comes everything else. Got that?" When she nodded again, I said, "From now on, any time you form any list like that or any time you make any decision, put yourself first. Laura's earlier words rang loud in his mind and his confidence rushed back. Boldly, he snatched away his finger and kissed her hard. Their lips crushed against each other as they shut their eyes.The dirty, wet, kiss didn't last for long as Laura pulled back. She was panting heavily but there was no sign of rejection or repulsion on her face. After a sensual caress to his lips, she kneeled down with a thump, her back against the couch. She had looked reluctant while going down as if she wanted.