Next was the walk in the area where my old house was. I would wave to people that I had known but I would never stop and talk. Then there were the wal...s downtown, I would look in the windows and window shopped but even if I thought I saw something I needed or wanted I would wait till I got home and order it on line or call and have it delivered. The only real shopping I did was when I went to the supermarket and even then I went late in the day when most people were at home. The last and maybe. . I want to belong to a family!"I must have relaxed a bit as I spoke and didn't realize just how close she had gotten as he responded to my last comment."Yeah, well that won't get you adopted."He continued just as she opened her mouth and latched onto my nipple. I winced and tried to pull her away while not dropping the phone.Her tiny mouth began to move with a motion that I should never have experienced, while she attempted to nurse from my barren nipple. I was fighting two fronts at that. He's always here when the joint is open – he doesn't trust his employees not to skim the till.It's what he would do.I spotted him standing next what looked like a teen-aged boy wearing a crisp uniform, dark pants and a white shirt festooned with patches and a badge.He was carrying an old, beat up shotgun slung with a rope.I wondered if the gun would fire without falling apart.I knew I wasn't going to give him any reason to find out.One consequence of abject poverty and little to no government. "No! I'm not with the phone company. That is funny. I saw your Ad online. You do private shows." I said. "Mmmm Yes! I do private shows. Are you interested?" said Charlene. "Yes! I would love to hire you to come to my house and put on a private show for me." I said. "Will it just be you or for a group of men." she said. "Just me. Is that a problem?" I said. "No! That is very nice. I just dance. There is no touching or anything like that. I am married. I am very new to dancing. You would be my.