I string a line in the kitchen and open the door to the oven to help dry the clothes I hang on it.’ ‘Oh, I see,’ she said with a giggle. ‘You�...�re so smart.’ She headed back toward the closet and the small bathroom beyond. ‘Do you mind if I shower, you know, to help warm me up?’ ‘Be my guest. Mi casa es su casa.’ Angel closed the bathroom door behind her and left me to my thoughts, which were, quite frankly, riddled with sexual connotation. I was trying hard not to think about the way her. Obviously decorated by a woman with great taste. I walked around seeing her diplomas and pictures on the walls."OK ... I'm ready," I heard behind me.The blonde with her hair up and glasses at the bank now had her hair down and no glasses in sight."Wow, what a difference," I said."I play down how I look to avoid being hit on all day. I don't usually date bank customers, but you seem ... different. I don't mean that how it might have sounded. Sorry?"I offered my arm, took her to my car and we. Through the bag I could see the shadow of what appeared to be three orfour navy blue school skirts, like the ones the girls at my school hadworn. This girl seemed to be offering me her uniform.By now I was almost in a trance, entirely sure of what was going on, andonly able to go along with it. I didn't seem able to question why shewas giving me her skirts.I didn't seem able to do anything, in fact, except take them.She was beginning to look slightly impatient, the sort of face thatsomebody. His arms were crossed across his chest and he stood there relaxed but ready."LeRoy is my younger brother. He's meaner than a rabid dog," Brown replied."Well, he isn't any more, 'cause he's dead," Bob replied."Liar. I saw him just a couple months ago. No one could kill him, lessen they bushwhacked him." Nope. It was a fair fight, out in the street, just like now." You didn't say who that fair fight was with, stranger, so how do I know your telling the truth?" Brown asked."That part is easy. I'm.