That isn't the whole thing though. I'll start with that but I intend to get rid of all those that are just too mean and worthless to be allowed to liv...," I said."Who's going to make that judgment?" Carl asked."Anyone in here that wants to, and me if nobody else will. Might doesn't make right, but it can put you in charge if you want it to, and someone needs to be in charge so things won't slip back into what they were," I said."They were bad before, but not really all that bad," Carl said."They. Elizabeth’s advice was good, of course, and she started towards her bunk. As a trainee, Lisa was required to live on premises. Elizabeth had no such restriction, but she was in and out so much that it made sense to take a room. Lately, it had gotten more use than her apartment in the city.Granted, Lisa had seen her mentor’s quarters. They were a heck of a lot nicer than the austere bunks available to trainees. Of course, that wouldn’t be an issue much longer.That was an intimidating thought.. I closed the drawers to the dresser and made my way over to the bed. Isat upon the edge of it. It was not terribly uncomfortable beneath mewhile I looked around the tight quarters that would be my sanctuary fromthe world during my stint as a secretary.Part of me could not believe that I was crazy enough to be in theposition I found myself in, while another part of me was excited aboutthe prospect of catching the bastard who was destroying my company andgetting to live another life for a. I stopped at a strip bar just to relax, stretch my legs, and of course see some skin. I'm 65, diabetic, and the sex drive sure ain't what it used to be. I watched a few dancers take the stage, had 2 hustle me for private dances, but none really caught my eye. Skinny, heavily tattooed, enhanced boobs & bleach blondes don't do a damn thing for me. Then a brunette, nice muscular legs, almost perfect ass, nice curves, & good sized natural boobs. She has nice eyes, and a pleasant smile. Her olive.