I might wish she had asked for your help. She had to know how much you loved her. I know you would have taken care of her. You are doing it so well fo... me. I don’t know how you could avoid feeling contempt. I should be ashamed of considering leaving a world as beautiful as this one. But I despise myself when I consider that I cannot manage to live one single day without feeling I’m a total and utter disgrace and causing problems for the other people around me. I know you get furious with me.. I bet that business will pick up once more people hear about this place." I took a moment to take all of her in. She was wearing a business-style white blouse neatly tucked into a short black skirt -- definitely a shorter skirt than most women her age would wear. Her noticeable thighs were big, but smooth.She caught my stare lingering at the hem of her skirt, and she gestured towards my laptop which I had left sitting on the table. "Are you any good with computers? I need to get something set. Not many natives came to Gibbey’s during the week. The little sportsman’s bar that was part of Restaurante Italia didn’t have a TV or juke box. It’s primary purpose was to siphon cash from diners while they waited for a table. On weekends, when Chicago invaded this little town on the coast of Lake Michigan, the bar did a nice business, and he usually went home each night with a hundred or so in tips. About eight, she walked through the door from the restaurant and took the same seat at the end. Afterwards, we did some paperwork and I left as she went home. I told her next time I'd make sure Debbie was there.On the way back I stopped in one of the adult bookstores off the interstate near the truckstops. I picked up a couple new toys for us, and some massage oils. I had tried to call Debbie a couple times, but never got thru. I left a couple msgs and told her a little about Danielle. I got back to the campground about an hour later. As I was walking up to our rv I noticed some light.