Heading into the tiny attached bathroom, she began disrobing. She sat down on the toilet lid and slipped off her worn gray sneakers and black stocking.... Next came her pleated black skirt and plain white panties, which she tossed in the hamper. Unzipping her green hoodie, she released the surprisingly large bust she kept hidden under the padded material, followed shortly after by her black spaghetti strap tank top and finally, with great, relief, the lacy white bra that contained her girls. Wow,. I think it was just their way showing affection. Jill was talking very loudly to her husband Wilson about some money problems, and I saw their 8 year old son, Marshal, come rocketing out their open door, off to play somewhere. They weren't bad neighbors overall, and they were very friendly. They were just a little too loud sometimes for the thin walls of these apartments. Sighing, I got the door open, and carefully closed it behind me to drown out as much of their noise as possible. . I've been waiting for you for a LOOOOONGtime..." You...you HAVE??" Yup...could you do something for me?" What's that?" Could you and my mom each give me a hug?" Sure."My mom hugged me first, then gave the okay for Monica to hug me, whichshe eventually did after a little hesitation. Hopefully she felt acertain kind of familiar warmth when she did so. Her eyes began to tearup."I...don't...understand..." You will...in a second. But first, I need some recovery. Go tell mymom all about. "Now, here's the program that Texas is using. They get some kind of report of all the military veterans, and then run it against some federal report that shows mean income for those names. Then they try to match the ones in the lowest income brackets, with available jobs. They try to get every veteran a job making at least two to three times minimum wage, or about thirty thousand a year."For a family like us, with three children under eighteen, and a total of four in the family, the poverty.