"She nodded. "So did, I at a time." You’re going to stay right here tonight. You need some sleep."She looked at her Son."I better not. I can go to a...hotel. I shouldn’thave barged in like this. Even if I’m glad you sent that slut home."He didn’t say anything to that."Come on Mom. You can use my bed tonight. I will take the couch."He shook his head. He opened the cupboard where he keep his linen and took a sleeping bag out for him on the couch. He walked her in his room. To his bed."I can't take. It seems in my weariness one day I had accidentally updated from my Jessica profile about my employment problems before I went to bed. When I woke up I found dozens of comments from people making various subtle, and some not so subtle, lewd suggestions as to jobs they may be able to give me or perhaps provide for them. I guess this is the drawback of accepting all friend requests. There was, however, a private message sent to me from a man who spoke politely, professionally, and respectfully.. He seemed like his usual, cheerful self when he said, “Hi, Steve, I would sure appreciate your help on a big project in my workshop tomorrow, but it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. Could you come by about 10:00 am? Marge will be away at church, and that’s a good time to do the project.”I had known Byron for as long as I knew Chuck, and although I had been over to his home many times with Dad, he had never asked me over by myself to help him. I could only guess that he saw and heard. " As Becky handed me my attire for the day. She also gave me some cuteanklet socks to wear and produced a pair of her mother's tennis shoes thatamazingly fit quite well. The cute top was sleeveless and had a slight ribbedshell look. Back to the vanity as Amy and Becky again did their magic. Lightmakeup for the day and hair poofed in an appropriate manner given the body/wavestill present. Necklaces, bracelets for ankle and wrist and checking on thestuds in my newly pierced ears I was again.