Ronnie’s not the most stable guy in the world, when it comes to jobs and such. Dad would have been throwing that in your face all the time. I know...it hurts, but it’s better off this way. At least you have good memories of him, and he is a great guy, underneath. He was my best friend for a lot of years, until mom exiled him from the place.”I cried on Jim’s shoulder that day. I cried on my grandmother’s lap that night. I cried on Jim’s new wife’s bedside right up until she had the baby. I. It's time to go to work." As Mom began to squirmunder the covers, a sudden surge of panic swept through me. Was sheplanning on staying home today? Oh No! "What time is it?" she asked as she attempted to open her eyes."It's almost eight thirty Mom. You'd better hurry or you're going to belate," I added hopefully. She began moving at a rapid pace. I'd neverseen her awaken so fast. "Thanks Joan," was all she said as she ran for the shower. Whew! Now Ijust had to hope that Darla didn't show up. "Hey, be careful you..." His protest was silenced by Linda's urgently-pressing mouth. Her tongue snaked out and flicked into his. He made no attempt to resist her. He just gave in, enjoying the intimate probing of her inquisitive oral digit."I told you we'd use force if necessary," his beautiful young daughter smiled down at him when their lips parted. "Now I suggest you just relax and enjoy it."He did!Lying there on his back, he watched as the two girls went to work on his pants, dragging. Grabbing my black velvet knee high boots and handbag I ran down the road and jumped on the bus just as it drew away. Panting, trying to catch my breath I gasped ” single to town please” “That’s 2.50 then please love” a voice said. Recognizing the chocolate smooth voice I looked up, it was the bus driver, mark, who took me to college every day, the one who everyone’s current fantasy revolved around. I certainly couldn’t look at him without blushing let alone speak. He obviously didn’t.