“You weren’t there, Stephanie. You didn’t see things up close. That girl was ... she was a nasty piece of work. If I didn’t have a wife in med...cal school and a bum knee, I would have dropped her like a hot rock and gone to work at a warehouse before I put up with her. But I had both of those things and the gig paid two or three times what I could have made doing the same thing anywhere else. I was still underpaid for the shit I put up with.”He set his jaw and looked away.“The fucked up thing is. 'Damnation just leave me in peace.' He grunted back to her, hoping that she would take the hint but to no avail, she carried on chatting."Where are you going today, are you going to the park again, it's nice at this time of year isn't it?" If you like that sort of thing," the man sourly replied.She smiled at him - realizing that he was a sad old man but she did feel sorry for him, she would hate to be that miserable when she got to his age. She wondered if he would ever become the cheery person. Joe marshaled his reserves. Together they made the stairs, staggering into Mark's room and into the adjoining bathroom. Mark lowered him to the toilet and closing the lid, plopped him down. He quickly turned the water on to fill the big porcelain tub, then turned back to Joe and began to peel him out of his clothing.Coat, sweatshirt, flannel shirt, tee shirt, one by one Mark peeled the layers away and dropped them into a pile on the floor. He knelt in front of Joe, unlacing his hiking boots and. I find a note from Cynthia telling me that she’s off to run some errands and to have a good day at school. She’s a sweetheart.Finishing up my breakfast, I take a shower and hop into my car to drive to school for another exciting day of mindless boredom. I get to the classroom and sit down, flipping through my phone to pass the time. I see the two blonde girls walk in wearing shorts that barely conceal their asses. They don’t notice me at all.Class has been easier to get through the past few.