"Thank you, young lady."After Kinshaw left, John looked at Gladys as she hung up her coat and sat at Heloise's desk. "How... Gladys," he began, his vo...ce disapproving, "When I agreed to this arrangement, you were supposed to look like an attractive young lady."Gladys was tired, and not having eaten breakfast, also hungry. She responded, as Howard never would have. "Mr. Farber, I worked until 9 pm. to finish that report. I not only had to type it, but prepare and put in the graphics, then. Andthere's lots of other things we could do too." Yeah. But I really wanted to go over to Joey's!"There was a short silence."You're sure Joey would laugh at you?" Yuh-huh! What do YOU think?" How do you know Joey's mother doesn't dress him in girl's clothessometimes too?"This thought obviously took Leslie by surprise, and he lay silent for amoment, digesting it."Gee..." he mused. "You think so?" Maybe."He pondered for another moment, then shook his head."It doesn't matter. I couldn't go over. I sat there a moment, contemplating her sexy skirt and stockings, observing the erect nipples of her firm breasts through her skimpy t-shirt. I took her hands in mine. “You are cold, aren’t you?” I said, feeling the coldness of her slim fingers and soft delicate hands. She didn’t resist. She just smiled at me with her big beautiful dark eyes. I let her hands go and nodded towards her skirt.“And it’s not a day for a short skirt.” I said, trying my best to smile in a friendly fashion.“I didn’t. Still nothing. “Fuck!”Joan reached forward to comfort the boy. “I’m sorry, George. Now’s not the time for revenge.”George felt her strong hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and focused on that sensation, slowing his breathing. Within a few seconds he actually felt a little calmer, more focused. He looked over at Jason and Dylan, who were both crying and holding their partners, Makayla and Tina. Brad was sitting next to Abe’s body, crying as well.“Yer right,” George sighed. “Everyone, pick.