”“I’ll put my cards on the table ... I need this and I’ll do a good job for you, I swear,” I said desperately.“So ... I give you the role ...hat revitalizes your career ... what do I get out of the deal?”I thought for a moment. “Money. This show will be a colossal hit for you.”He smirked and pushed his empty plate to the middle of the table and raised is arms into the air. “Look around. Do you know what I’m worth, do you think I need the money?”An uneasy feeling washed over me. “What do you want,. And because the wine let the young girl with the blooming breasts lose her inhibitions in some manner, and the tops of the grass played around her thighs so coyly the whole time, she got in a ... strange mood and looked at the fruits in the basket with a different ... appetite." Aw, but sweet-heart, that sounds like pure fancy, that fools you. Never heard about that in this tale!" But yes, daddy, I'm absolutely sure about that! Some time later the girl lost her temper and remembered what her. "You seem troubled, love," Cissy remarked."It's nothing." Nothing? I can read you like a book. I can see it's not nothing. Is it the neighbours?"Ken looked alarmed."Neighbours? What's this about the neighbours? Should I be troubled? What are you saying?" When we visited Mr and Mrs Wood, and Mrs Wood said 'nigger'..."Ken looked suddenly relieved."Oh that! You get used to being called a 'nigger' in the Army, dear. It's nothing. Nothing at all!"Cissy was right to be perturbed though. And it wasn't. Yes, I do.”“Thanks,” Aric blushed. “I think you’re cute too.”Mitch chuckled, “I don’t think anyone has ever referred to me as cute.”“Well...Maybe I should say handsome. You know in a mature, daddy kind of a way.”“So, I look good for an old man?”“That’s not what I mean. You look good period.”“Thanks! You need some more juice?”“Sure.”They sat in the diner talking until just before 6:00 a.m. When Mitch finally said he needed to go, he asked if he could have the femboi’s number. Aric quickly agreed.