I was running mom's briefcase out to her. She had left it at home, and she needed it for her work. She was already on site, and could not afford the t...me it would take to come back home and get it."I hope being an insurance investigator is worth it mom," I muttered to myself.When I thought about it, we lived well at the least. Not as well as my girlfriend did, but then, they owned three businesses. Mom worked for an insurance company's fraud division. It kept a roof over our head and food on. As caring and as generous a people as we are, we really don't want 15 inches of copy on that."Really, and this sounds bad and I don't mean it that way. It is just a fact. But really, we don't really want 15 inches on the war in Iraq and Afghanistan unless it directly affects us locally. If a local soldier — Martha who works at the Quick Stop's son, maybe — is injured or killed we want as much as you can give us. If some poor kid from Outer Slobovia, West Virginia, is killed we can do with a. “Oh, we can lend you some of my clothes if you like, can’t we Mum?” Grace had to offer. Though they seemed quite relaxed about showing all that skin.“Yes of course we can,” Zara smiled. “It might be culturally sensitive, is all.”“Oh,” Grace realised, “sorry! Yes of course, you all look lovely as you are!” She smiled at the cute, colourful aliens and they smiled back. Well the tits were pert and the legs were nicely shaped as well, any girl would be proud of them.“The males make you dress like. How nice of you to attend my little performance. How unusual of you to actually be anywhere that I wanted you, to pay me any attention, to linger on my words’ She drinks again, refills the glass. There is not much left in the bottle now, but it will suffice. There is only a short time left. ‘It may surprise you to know, dear ex husband, that I know exactly where you are and what you have been doing all these years. Indeed, when I knew that tonight’s performance was inevitable, I had a very good.