"So being Daisy was a bit of fun that got out of hand?" That's right. Ruth was angry that I'd kept my stand-up performancesfrom her, particularly tho...e as Daisy. When it looked like we might bedeveloping a relationship she said she couldn't be with someone shecouldn't trust..." ...and making you be Daisy was a test of your sincerity? Pretty weirdtest!" Well there might have been a little more to it than that." I paused.She looked at me encouragingly. "On the night she came to the pantoshe. I still wanted to pound her with a phone book, but I kinda wanted to be pounding her, too.I was a tall fit young guy and never had an acne problem and I feel like I was okay-looking. My dad was a good-looking dude and I suppose I took after him.Well, that being said, I started noticing things about her as I got older.She always wore skimpy things, but it went unnoticed by me until about a year after they married.This is also about the time she had her boobs done.She walked around in flimsy. "What do you expect me to do about that," she said, already knowing what he meant."We want you to strip off and put them on," the lad who'd locked the door said, as he too walked behind the counter."Are you serious?" Hazel said, getting angry now. "I'm old enough to your granny and if you think I'm going to take my clothes off in front of you, you're out of your mind."The tall lad laughed again. "We're not asking you luv, we're telling you, you can either strip off or we'll do it for you."Now. If Mr. Stuart found it weird that 20 people punched out at 8pm every time he wasn't in the office, he didn't show it.Anyway, at 3, I received a mass invitation for a LAN Counterstrike game starting in a few minutes. They called it the Christmas Counterstrike. How appropriate. The people in server room have always been lacking in creativity.I couldn't resist playing it though, it had been so long since I played Counterstrike. The last time I played was back in college. So I put on my headphone,.