‘The last thing we heard was that you weren’t dating anymore?’ ‘Well, I’m not really dating now either’ I said with an angry look at Mary ...ho was wiping her eyes on a napkin, trying to get herself under control again. ‘I’ve met someone though’ I confirmed ‘someone that I really like’. ‘But who is he?’ Rose asked ‘Someone we know? Is it that friend of Harrys, what’s his name, you know the one with the beard?’ ‘I’d say he’s a tall man with wide shoulders and baby blue eyes’ Mary giggled. ‘He does. Luna is latina and about 5'5" with an incredibly curvaceous figure. She always wears a sports bra and tight shorts which despite your best efforts to remain professional always draw your gaze. You need to get this money from her so despite your desire you need to keep it professional.The next day you go wait outside of the women's locker room."Your um, donation is all there," comes a male voice."Thanks papi," comes Ella's voice, "I'll meet you tomorrow night at 8 for our date?" Yea," stammers. "Look Rick I know that this might be a little bit embarrassing for you but I'll have to see your... ah, 'other' injury, so if you would stand up and drop your pants..." Mrs. Wilson! I... I can't do... that."She stood up and looked down at me. "I understand Rick and I realize that it is embarrassing for you but I'm old enough to be your mother and besides, I have to see if you're seriously injured or not for the school boards' insurance policy, so if you would, please drop your pants." Mrs.. **** As I flew through the clouds, my head was swimming. Three rather important things had to be attended to, and they were: 1.My wrecked home. 2.My coffee nip craving. 3.My bladder. I honestly could not decide which to deal with first. At length, my bladder made the decision for me. It threatened to let go immediately, and I had to convince it to wait two more minutes so I could get to a restroom. I commenced a power dive (which really didn’t help matters), touched down in front of a Jim.