He dug into his meal thinking that it was only lunchtime and he was already tired. Grinning, he looked up and said, “This steak is good. Definitely ...ot grilled bologna.”Listening to the conversation around the table, Oscar ate his lunch. The red spot in the center of his forehead continued to hurt. He knew that he would have a bruise later that day and it would be an ugly one. Hopefully it would be cleared up before he met Georgia the next weekend.Finishing his steak, he pushed his plate away. We were in the family room where I made the first drink, reminding everyone as I always did that they should help themselves to anything they wanted afterward. Beers in hand, I led our friends and family out to see the progress on our “greenhouse” over the pool and patio areas. The framework had been completed. It stood like a giant skeleton’s ribs extending from the house to the lawn. As expected, the successful bidder was Four Seasons, but they suggested a dramatic change in the interest. In a way that was very sad.After he'd gone back to work (I had to tell him it was our last day here), I wandered down the street trying to take in everything I could. I saw Mom with three men. Her fantasy seemed to involve several men who just kept doing her. Not my fantasy, but she seemed to be happy.There was a boy my age somewhere in there. I took a really hot bath back at the condo, put on a sundress and went for one last time. Surprisingly, I ran into Dick."I had some accumulated time. She was a cowgirl and wore boots with a baseball cap. She was my first. I'm a white guy who loves Mexican girls! One night when we were still attending school, I took her out to the movies. We went and had dinner and I thought the night was over. She had a boyfriend before me and she was not a virgin. I knew it, which is why I wanted to go out with her because I knew she fucked. She told me to drive towards her house in the country and instead of turning down her road, she told me to turn in.