Her hands moved involuntarily to her chest and she smoothed the orange fabric on top of her mighty bazookas. She wasn’t looking at him; in fact, she...was pointedly not looking at him. Something told him this was significant.He had heard about her from a friend who used to work with her. The friend said she was obsessed with sex, but she didn’t look like it. She looked like she hadn’t had sex since her twenties. She was gruff and forbidding, and yet there was something bleeping silently at him,. No matter how much I did for her or how much I gave her, it wasn't enough. She could always think of something I could have done. And she constantly bitched about her job. That pissed me off as much as anything she did. Joe Stein and I had been friends for years. He'd been my classmate in law school. I knew that Joe was good people -- salt of the earth. But Paddi-Ann constantly badmouthed him. According to her, he was taking advantage of her, working her much too hard and giving her no credit.I. Thanks, she retorted, I can always count on you to look after your baby sister. And, for being so helpful, Ill give you fifty dollars for the job! (Sweet! Fifty bucks to watch my little sister for a few days.) Fifty bucks was a lot of money to me, and I didnt mind not hanging out with my friends this weekend because of it. As mom was doing her last minute packing for her weekend business trip, Sam came bouncing in from playing outside, her ponytail swinging gently as she danced into the house. The seats were of particular interest.She explained that the seats directed warm air to your butt in the winter and directed cool air to your butt in the summer heat.Feeling like messing with her, I mentioned that this must be CONSERVATIVE truck. Looking a bit angry, she asked why I thought it was a CONSERVATIVE truck.I explained that “if it were a Liberal truck, the seats would just blow smoke up your ass year-round!”I had to walk back to the dealership. But it was worth it.An Indian walks.