"It's not real food. We had bags of sawdust and rock salt instead of corn meal and lentils, and we put salt brine in the liquid paks. There's no chanc... any of that will get confused with something to eat."And we're leaving it all in place. None of the rats are the wiser, Sir. We'll keep watch and keep catching them until we're sure there's no more to be caught!" Beautiful! Just beautiful. When this is all over, we're going to throw one hell of a beer and barbecue celebration for everybody. I picked up the hose and began gathering the material toward the toeslike I had seen my mother do many times. I got up onto my bed, laid on myback and stuck the toes of one foot up in the air and into the bunched uphose. Slowly pulled the stocking up my leg. I repeated with the otherleg. Once I got them most of the way up I stood up and worked the top ofthe pantyhose up to my waist.The hose felt so good. I looked down at myself and my smooth shimmerylegs. Quickly I walked to the bathroom to see. But I had my children and grandchildren and good friends, and with their support, I soldiered on and slowly began to rebuild my life. I stayed in the house, which I now owned, continued working as a senior clerk and began to do some charity work.The house was too big for me, so I started taking in lodgers; three or four at a time, all young career women, certainly no troublesome males. This arrangement worked well for several years but then began to go downhill as my lodgers switched from the. Arturo knew that I don't do those cases anymore. Ever since Chris, I do insurance fraud or other things. "Do this one for me, please," Whined Arturo. "This guy is a real scumbag. He's nothing like your Chris."Why was Arturo calling him "My Chris," did everyone think I had fallen for him?"Arturo, don't ask me to do this again," I snapped."He's sitting at the third table on the right," smiled Arturo. "Thanks Sarah, you won't regret this." I will if Chris goes out and gets hurt or gets his heart.