They've got enough to work on in therapy as it is," Dianereplied unable to repress her mischievous smile.Doris started dumbly again at the documents i... her hand and then back upat Diane."I don't know, this is like..." Inevitable" Diane interjected cheekily and was met with a scowl fromDoris. It had not been Diane's intention to be mean to her poorhousekeeper. It just suddenly dawned on her that there remained areservoir of pent up resentment left over from her failed marriage.Rather than go. “You're the best, thanks – I don't know how properly thank you?” she asked quizzically, eyeing his response.“I doubt you're going where I am, but if you live over in Greendale – I do, too. I could follow you and unload them for you...” Jim said, perhaps feeling a little bold.“If my husband were home, he would take care of them. But, since he's working, perhaps I could use your help. I'm Heidi” she said as she held out her hand.Jim grasped it and said “Great, name's Jim, and I'm very pleased to. By Melissa Virus(C) Copywrite 2000Note: Sorry if the editing in this story sucks. It got to the point where Ihated it so much I just couldn't be bothered. But hmmMaybe you'll like it.It's a comedy.-----------------------------------------------"A two-minute song is just one minute and fifty-nine seconds too God-damnlong." from "I Hate Jimmy Page," by rock band Mindless Self IndulgenceI was fucking hardcore. I could design web shit better than just aboutanybody. I knew all the languages, I. ‘What is it Zacy? You can tell me anything,’ she prompted. ‘It’s just I’m worried I’m not gunna be good enough for you Lil, you’re so amazing and I’m me, it’s scary not knowing what you expect from me, what your expectations are for stuff we do together, it’s silly I know,’ I faltered, unable to look at her anymore. She did what I expected. ‘Zac, you’re a silly little ducky aren’t you? The only thing I expect from you is that you are going to be you. To be truly honest I haven’t done anything.