You know dad, he never backs down. Are you sure this not what you want?"Megan turned away from me. I sat next to her and started rubbing Megan's shoul...ers. Megan always liked a back rub, Megan lifted her hair with one hand to the side to give me access as I rubbed her back. Then casually slipping my hands up the back of her large shirt as I ran my hands up and down her back and over her bra strap. Suddenly I unhooked the bra strap, she tensed and I rubbed my hand up her back a few times and. "Mary Ellen had the good grace to blush and say nothing. She just smiled and undressed.Mellisa was still loitering around and I ignored her for another two weeks and then one evening when I found her on my apartment steps I asked, "Just what is it going to take to get rid of you Mellisa?" You can't Ryan. I plan to be around for the rest of your life, either with you or just haunting you." Why Mellisa? Just what is so special about me that you can't leave me alone?" I love you Ryan. I don't know. Only CiCi and Synthia kept to their usual outfits because of their special needs. And FiFi was still the quintessential French Maid."I'm Darlene," she mellifluously told the new visitor. "Do you have an appointment?"The young man (they all seem young when you've reached Darlene's age) seemed flustered. It was as if whatever he had expected, this wasn't it."Uh, no," he quickly replied to her non-threatening question. "But I'm looking for someone."Darlene appraised him, far more thoroughly than. Holding the box, he felt its weight. Len feared to look inside himself. No, he couldn’t bring himself to do so.“That’s your gun, billfold, and badge. You won’t be wanting the clothes back, there to blood-stained. We killed a bastard last night out on Old Lame Owl road. A big feller about my size, who looked, a smidgen, like you. Routine traffic stop, he came out, your gun a blazing, my boys shot him dead. He escaped from Cibola County Correctional, over in New Mexico, three days ago. He drove.