“Next week. I’ll see you next week.” I said hearing her restart her car. “Be sure to clean up your hands, they probably smell like pussy.” �...�Ha. They do, I rubbed it so hard! Thank you.”The next week she played it cool but I caught her looking at me a few times. On Thursday I had to drive out to survey a site. It was a mall with a closed office in the main mall area and a closed Auto Nation car dealership on the far side of the property. Linda called me as I was driving to the mall. “Hey, are. I tried to apologize but she stopped me with a kiss. "As long as you're comfortable, I don't give a fuck what you wear." I appreciated the honesty. I went back to my car, took off my suit coat and tie and threw them on top of the overnight bag with my clothes, toothbrush and deodorant... wishful thinking. Dinner was fairly ordinary. She drank, I didn't, she ate a lot and I tried to be good. All in all, we got on all right. I knew, though, after three margaritas, that I had to escort this girl. One of them hit Zeke in the head with their staff, knocking him out. ******* Zeke awoke in silent darkness. He was lying on a bench in some sort of cell. It was like a jail cell except that only three walls were solid. The forth just seemed to be a gaping opening into the hall way. Maybe they forgot to close the door. Groaning, he sat up and got to his feet. The world around him spun as the blood rushed from his head. He suddenly stumbled and put his hands out to stop his fall. They came in. I picked the bank book up and glanced at the last entry. Holy shit, look at all that money. Who the heck needs to work with a balance like that? I can't believe Dad could have made all of that, and I knew he had several multi-million dollar life insurance policies, but the balance still shocked me.Juanita said, "I can finish your sandwich now. I'll press it with your sister's."Sister's? Where was she?Dora came from the side of the kitchen where the outside door was. She said, "I was waiting for.