It’s quite another thing for Tim, in his infinite scariness, to make such remarks. And he does. Or at least he did, a few months ago when I worked h...re. Frequently. X-rated comments about taking me from behind in the concession stand, or eating me out while I sell tickets. No, I’m not at all happy to see Tim, especially now that Rick is leaving. I might have to turn in my notice. This might be the shortest length of employment ever. “Welcome back, lovely Lanie,” says Tim, slithering up next to. ." I know, honey." She put her arms around him. "Does this ring a bell: Once upon a time, there was a shy girl who lived on Parsons Street. When she was a sophomore in high school, a boy started calling on her. He was a senior and drove a '73 Camaro that was too fast and too pretty for her daddy's liking. His hair was too long and he didn't say 'sir' or 'ma'am' and his grades weren't very good. The first time he came to pick her up, the girl's father was cleaning his .30-06 in the living room.. Maybe I can get Lis to come over... We could play some cards or go to a movie or something - anything as long as I can be close to her. I just wish I could tell her how I really feel about her... (Before she could complete the thought, the phone rings.)"Hello?"It's Lis! - "Hey Lis, What's up?" - Talk about timing!Hot date? It can't be her boyfriend, she'd never be that excited about it if it was... and that SOB'd kill her if it was anyone else... - "You have a date tonight... and it's not. Rubbing his eyes a little, he put them on. Vaguely, he noticed a musty scent in the room–perhaps it was time to do a little spring cleaning, he thought reproachfully as he got out of bed and padded over to the calendar. He looked at the date, and suddenly, a flash of memory hit him. Friday night, out at the bar. A gorgeous brunette in a slinky blue dress–tall, leggy, charismatic, with big brown eyes that were absolutely to die for. He remembered her talking, remembered her being totally.