...I was washing 2 weeks accumulation of dirty dishes when the doorbell rang. I answered the back door off of the kitchen and saw Blanche standing th...re. It was obvious that she had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy; I invited her in and sat her down at the kitchen table."May I get you something Miss Rousseau?" "Coffee, tea, a bottle of water perhaps?" She just looked at me not answering. "Are you ill?" "Did something happen?" I asked. Miss Rousseau, Blanche.... I called her Blanche. It contained only one bedroom, but there was fold-out bunk over the queen-sized bottom bed."Mom, where's the damned tea?" Jay called."Honey," Shellie called back in a lazy voice. "You know I don't like you to use such language. And the tea is on the top shelf above the refrigerator." You want a glass, Mom?" he called, paying not the slightest attention to her very mild complaint."That would be nice," she replied.She thought of Jay, realizing he was growing up. When her husband had drawn away. Fortunately, each krosbo had an instruction book, and they were able to work out how to cock and load the weapon when they all worked on the problem. One of the instruction books went into detail on how to aim the weapon and how to estimate how much drop to allow for as the range changed. This book was full of very helpful pictures, so they were able to learn most of what they needed to know before the night was over.The next floor down was essentially empty of walls and partitions, so it was. ’ The blue tonga was a mere wisp of butt floss. ‘Very nice. Very, very nice.’ And when I was facing him again, ‘ O.K. The rest.’ I kicked off the shoes, remembering momentarily removing my shoes so long ago, so many incredible experiences, another life ago, in a Saint Louis hotel room, and pulled down the panties. ‘He said you were something special.’ ‘Who?’ I asked eagerly. ‘Jefferson.’ Disappointment. I had wanted him to say Brad. ‘Sit down again. In the chair. Put your feet up over the.