" I said.She looked confused. Do you have some kind of test you are going to give me?" she asked."Nope we are going to talk all day long. At the end o... the the day, I will have an idea what to do for you." I said."Don't you just have a friend you can call to get me a job?" she asked.I saw it, when she looked at me. She was playing me. Why and how I didn't know, but she sure as hell was. The day before she had convinced me that her life was crap. She led me to believe that she was in total. . we don't have to do this, but I'd really like to take you to the dance." Well ... if you put it that way..."Of course, there was more to it than that. Not that the dance was an essential element of Mike's plans for the evening, but he did want to publicly escort his beloved to a major social event. As it happens, his mother had commented that her brother had invited her to visit them in Nottingham; she'd be away for a week which meant he was going to have the house to himself ... Abigail was. They made a pathetic sight of confusion and malnutrition but still retained a flashing look of defiance in their scornful glares. The Corporal forced them both to their knees just to remind them they were the losers in the game of "Cat and Mouse" out here in the boondocks away from all vestiges of civilization.She grabbed the big one by her long dark hair and held her face up for the Major to look into her pretty but tear-stained and dirty face."Tell the Major what you told me, sweet. They didn’t. Wrinkled thighs, knobby knees, and stringy calf muscles did absolutely nothing for the poor woman, but by the time she left the store I had made her feel like the Queen of Sheba. That’s what I do. Flatter them until they have spent far too much cash, and make them feel like queens. Now at first glance you’re going to think I’m as queer as a three-dollar coin. Far from it. Very far from it my friend.I said I see a lot of those older women, which I do, but this store has more.