He frowned as he heard the sound of a tray of root beer mugs hitting the floor. Without looking, he said, “Ernie, sweep up the broken glass.”“Th...t boy is a menace to society,” Granny Parker said shaking her head. She figured that he had dropped the tray of mugs on purpose. No one could be that bad without working at it.“Captain Dawson believes that all Ernie needs is a chance and he’ll straighten up,” Dan said.“You’re doing this for a friend?” Granny Parker asked. She shot a glare over in the. It is the garbage truck and we gaze at its huge, matte orange colored shape. Its snub nose cab is as dirty as the rest of it. The white grill is dented, patches of rust note those spots, the bumper is bent, dented and smeared with iron oxide too. It looks gigantic. It’s just turned into the near end of the alley and stopped at the big, dark brown brick apartment building. Two men wearing dirty leather gloves, white, smudged T shirts, dark blue cotton pants, and laced work boots, flip the metal. Her nylons were barely black and (I have a 'nose’ for these things!) a pair of red-soled, black patent-leather Louboutin shoes with four-inch heels. Her ensemble was completed with elbow-length butter-soft black leather gloves, a pearl necklace with a matching pearl bracelet, worn over her glove. Her hair seemed to be a streaked ash blond, worn in a stylish chignon.“Make sure you put it on a hanger,” she instructed, turned and strode confidently into Jennifer’s drawing room, closing the door. Karen leaned her head back and let the rain hit her face. "This is what I've been thinking about all the time he was trying to get me into his bed. Hold still, Honey, let me feel you inside me." Gary tried to get you to his bed?" Hmmm, he always tries, but I use mind control. I think of how you're going to feel, and tell him I'm not ready."Was she serious? She was talking about mind control while we were being soaked to the bone."Karen, I agree that being inside you is an extraordinary feeling,.