He said he couldn't believe the way I had worked so hard and sacrificed so much to make his stores successful. He also apologized again for some thing... he had failed to understand. He just assumed that I was okay with things the way they were since I hadn't complained about the overwhelming challenges.He didn't need to remind me that he was President/Owner and General Manager of all the stores but he brought it up anyhow. Then he told me that it was becoming too much for him at his age (he was. Checking to make sure there are no peeping toms trying to catch a look through the key hole or eavesdropping on her own personal delight. She's seen the way Mr Burrows looks at her when he thinks she is not looking. Sometimes she teases him, playing with her hair or her collar looking all innocent in her long white stockings. She is enjoying herself too much to stop now, the though of him watching only spurs her on. She starts to rub her magic spot lightly but firm enough to have an effect. " "How about trying it on for us baby?" Tom suggested, knowing she wouldn't. "oh well" Al said. By the way I've got some pills in the car that will send us top byby land. Want to try some?" All agreed. Al came back with a pill box. Inside were some Q's. They all took one with a beer. Not to long, all really were drunk, or close to it. After a few more rounds of drinks, and another Q, Jo got up and went to the bedroom without saying a word. The guys figured she was gone for. From inside, I grabbed my armored jacket, combat helmet, and my Beretta 1911.45. I pulled the armored jacket over the tattered leather vest I wore and fastened it up. I tied my black hair back to keep it out of my eyes as I slipped the helmet over my head. I climbed into the driver’s seat, placed the Beretta between the seats, and keyed to ignition. The six cylinders were quick to answer with a silent shimmy and steady hum. I reached over to the glove box and removed my sunglass from where they.