We're doing alright for a young couple just starting out in life.Of course we don't expect to live like this forever. Our goal is for him to go to the...local tech school at night and get a degree.Before graduation I had also lined up a job doing telephone sales for a local real estate company that specializes in time shares. But that didn't work out so well. I hated the job. I felt like I was trying to run a scam on people. I can't honestly say I was terribly upset when I was fired after a week. Sometimes they get along with them, sometimes they don't. My wife and I are fairly lucky. We live in a suburban neighborhood full of tract houses. Front and back, our house contacts four others; our two next-door neighbors and two that adjoin our backyard. We've never had any major problems with any of them but our relationships with each vary. On the right rear we don't know the people. On the right, next door, we're cordial with them, never socializing or anything else. On the left, next. I-Bar and everyone else had been careful not to say anything around her that would divulge their names, location, or any other details that could be used against them should the woman eventually be released. She appeared to be sleeping at the moment, but Folsom knew that she would not be allowed to do so for long.I-Bar hadn’t started in on her yet due to his vacillating over the fact that she was a Fed, but that didn’t stop him from inflicting minor humiliations when the opportunities presented. She had some girth.We had two coffee shop dates. She talked a lot."I'm very concerned about what baggage you are carrying!" she stated it up front."I have no baggage other than eight kids and a huge pile of debts and I'm an alcoholic who hasn't hit bottom yet." Anyway, that's what I should have said. It turned out she carried all the "baggage".I remember our first date. It was Saint Valentine's Day. It was supposed to mean something? I bought the dinner, and she provided all the conversation..