The small cart I had built from an old yard sale bike, worked well for that as well as transporting cups of worms to the Soul for delivery. Like most ...hing I owned, it had to do at least double duty.During those two weeks I saw Maurine on the weekends. I didn’t bother to call Marge, since she didn’t seem interested in dating me. I could understand since I was certainly not ‘catch of the day’ material. I had to talk to Lucinda every day about some aspect of the business, so she became the only. He stared at the screen as they heard the plow and its escort pass camera after camera, the motion sensors switching the equipment on as the little convoy passed, but only occasionally did the drive cameras reveal glimpses of anything other than snow.General Whitworth stepped in the living room door and motioned to Jeff, who came to his feet. "Excuse me. I'll be right back," he told the others."Sir?" Jeff asked as he stepped out into the hallway with Whitworth."You thinking the same thing I. And Mrs., huh?” I said.“Well, we couldn’t afford two rooms,” my mother answered.“That’s true,” I readily agreed. “But am I going to have to sleep on the sofa ... if there is a sofa?” I was only being half facetious.“I don’t think so,” she answered and leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.I was just a bit startled, but quickly recovered and pulled her into my arms for a much more passionate kiss. She didn’t resist.When the elevator opened we stepped on and hit the button for the ground. An ex boyfriend, a couple from an ex girlfriend, and one from a chick that I met online a month ago were the messages that were left. I quickly read the texts from my exes and replied to them, and then I took a deep breath and opened the text from Mari, the woman that I had met online. It said, “I am free next weekend if you want to get together.” All of the sudden I started to worry. What if she did not like me in real life? What if she wanted to take it further than a kiss, which is.