Mark O'Brien is a fall-off of the British invasion. His parents were from England and although he was born and brought up in the states he still acts ...nd drinks like a Brit. My dig at tea was a direct reference to Mark without naming him.Today when I retrieved the recorder from her car it had a conversation she had with Jackie where she said that I was making digs about Mark and also that I refused sex last night. She is getting worried and it won't be long before she will try to do something. ”Remembering the money they had stashed away in the stock market, Benny said, “We’ve still got that money we put in the stock market. Our thousand dollars is now worth about three grand.”“Will that let us do anything?”“Three thousand? It should,” Benny answered while pulling on his coat.It was forty-five minutes later when the two of them walked into the pawn shop. Robert was busy talking with a young man with long scraggly hair and wearing torn up clothes. The guy was nothing but skin and. We'll never be...be married." I ignored her comment. Of course we weren't going to be married but what about right now?"I know honey." I told her, "You're his girl now. At least you will be tomorrow. But, for today, well, can I take a couple of pictures so I can always remember the love I've always felt for you? Just a few shots. Then we'll head back." Pictures?" She pushed her lips together and gave me that sly smile again. "What kind of pictures?" Now it was me smiling. I stepped. This lady looked to be in her mid-forties. About five ten in height, with gingery red shoulder length hair, wide green eyes, and with what looked like a full bosomed figure underneath a flowery white blouse tucked into a deep blue pleated skirt. She had a charm and grace about her and a friendly aura that put you immediately at ease with her. I got the impression she was the leader of the troop."Ben, right?" she asked, giving me a bright white smile as she reached out her hand.I took it and.