I was really happy, not just because of the money, which wasn’t going to be much, but because it would be my money and I wouldn’t have to ask Bria... for as much each week.Brian was pleased for me, but reiterated that we were doing fine with the money we had, He said I shouldn’t feel obliged to contribute to the house expenses - the money I earned should be mine. So I went to work for Barbara’s husband, John, who was nice enough but a bit distant. The first day I started there I got the idea that. Sometimes it would escape and they'd haul off after it, and sometimes they'd kill it on the spot. But one year it got smart I guess and ... see, they'd use spears to try to fence it in and keep it from getting away as well as from getting close enough to kill them, and then Zima would cut off its head or something."Em interjected. "I thought you said they didn't do that." They used to -- they used to wait for the beast to appear. Zima's wife wasn't too happy about her husband trekking all over. Of course, who was behind us?? Yup, the three pussy hounds from the ice cream shop. They knew that Ann was enjoying their voyeurism so they decided to follow us to see what we would do next. The three musketeers followed us at a safe distance just waiting for their next shot. Ann decided to give it to them. She stopped and bent over at the waist, in an apparent effort to tie her sneaker. The guys probably knew as well as I did that the shoe wasn’t untied to begin with but what. "We'll find your nightshirt. I still don't believe you wore that all the way over here. You got balls, girl." Why thank you kindly! I think. I didn't let my folks get a good look at me when I left. It was fun riding along with the wind blowing up my shirt. I did get some looks from a few people. One guy pulled up next to me while I waited for a light and just stared and stared. I pretended not to notice him. When he drove off I found that my shirt had ridden up on my hips all the way to my.