After my last class for the day, I did homework in my room until it was time to head to the Quick Mart to pick up Nancy.“Will you let me cook for yo...?” Nancy asked. “We have ice cream at home, too.”I considered the positives and negatives, and in the end, felt I could accept the gesture.“Sure,” I said. “Do we need to stop at the store?”“No. I bought what I might need last night. It wouldn’t go to waste if you had said ‘no’.”“Then let’s walk back to campus and get my car.”We did, and about. Since most of the viewing were in the evening hours after people got off from work, the fit with her other job was perfect. There was no limit on the number of hours she could work and she managed to work 50 hours that first week. Not wanting to keep the money in the apartment because Tracy had some weird looking friends, she opened a bank account and in less than six months had slightly over $10,000 in the bank. She knew the teller was looking at her strange probably thinking she was selling. Dex, I can never thank you enough for what has happened here. Having this time with Mom and Dad was unbelievable, but they're leaving. If I keep hiding out here all day, it will be almost as if I was still his punching bag back at the house. Besides, now that I have to wear clothes, it's not nearly as much fun." This last was said in a playful tone intended to ease the impact of what she was saying."You'll have to be protected, Megan. There's still a lot of danger." Do you really think he would. Ken went back into the room and reached for the wine. He poured it, hoping Bob would not look down at the stockings on his feet. He wanted to pull the housecoat around him tighter to hide his secret dress."That's enough, Ken." No problem, Bob. Nice you could come." Ken gratefully returned to his own seat on the far side of the table and put his feet under it.Misha brought over the pot and dished out her chicken satay dish and some rice onto Bob's plate. She piled it high."Enough, thanks." He.