Just remember to be careful."***'James, you're a fool' I thought to myself. Thirty-five bucks on a little bottle of colored water. 'He promised that...it would work. It worked all right. It was great at putting cash in the register, but that's probably it.'"What the hell," I said uncorking the bottle. It didn't smell like anything, but it tasted pretty bad. Tossing the empty in the recycling box, I wandered into the house."Mom? Dad? You home?" Looking around, I saw their note."James,. The skanky ghetto hoes who just want to get out of their pimp'scrib for two hours.The tourist girls on vacation from Sweden.The housewife who was pissed at her boring life but too scaredto really change it.We'd pick up the bitch, talk some filthy smack to her, then fuckher in that old van that Alonzo had, filming the whole crazyscene. Alonzo's van was one of those enormous 1970's monsters,the star-shaped windows on the side. It was all so cheesy thatwe just had to call it the "Shag Wagon".And. Who knew it takes longer to find the space,and decide where we can place the load. And then get it unloaded”, she said,then looked at my cock,could be another day to get that uploaded.Well to tell the truth I would”t have a problem spending another night with Mary , though It will piss Mar off even more. Over dinner Mary told me how it only took a week for her husband to realize that she was who he really wanted. “I told him that if he wanted to date other women he could ,but I would date. Good fortune was not to be theirs though, and a mining accident claimed the life of this good man, who stayed to help attempt the rescue of others rather than running away as some others did to save their own lives. Without the income from the mine, the widow and young son had to rely upon the farm solely now for their livelihood, but as they had always been frugal with their money, there was a goodly amount of coins in savings and their needs were not many.I'm very sorry to say that the wealth.