.." started Gary but Michelle was up and in front of him before he could get past her."N..." She choked. Michelle swallowed hard and tried again to s...eak "No..." Honey..." he was afraid she was putting things off, stalling.She shook her head and pressed the fingers of her right hand to her husband's lips. "No. Once again in a pinch I've not been acting like a team player. I want back on the team coach." "I can do this Michelle." There's never been any question in my mind about that Gary.. She did seem to like it, which was unusual for this line of work. Watching, I felt more uncomfortable than usual. A lot of guys think this is the dream job. They would be wrong. There are lights. It's hot. People sweat—even I was sweating—and not all people smell good when they sweat. Then there are body fluids. And gasses. People let those out right along with their semen and vaginal releases. It didn't matter. They were two pretty people. It wouldn’t matter to the greater audience that would. Sister Agatha looked up from the desk and shushed us, which only made me giggle more loudly. The sister’s face hardened under her starched wimple, and she rose in a flurry of black serge, the long rosary clicking against the desk. Margaret’s round eyes widened in alarm and she whispered, “The old crow is taking flight!” Not knowing what else to do, I quickly crumpled the note and put it into my mouth, swallowing the bitter wad of paper just as the nun clamped her claw into my shoulder.The nun. When she needed a job it was Ron who went tohis boss and lobbied for him to hire Beth. And when she was late forwork, which was often, it was Ron who covered for her.When new Beth arrived and would feel lost, Ron would be the anchorthat her life needed.If you asked Ron he would tell you that he would love to be Beth'sboyfriend. He dreamt of being her boyfriend and more. He would doanything he could to spend time with her, study, go to lunch walk herto her house after work.He would spend.