“I'm sorry young lady, I should not have looked” and headed for my door, my face flushed with embarrassment. “You didn't answer my question, mi...ter; do you like my muscular legs? I get a bunch of stares from you old guys your age all the time.” At 30, I don't consider myself “old”, but again, she was pretty young. She walked to the driver's side of my vehicle, standing just outside my door as I was seated. I tried to close the door – I really wanted to get out of there and couldn't get up. 'Cesca was Authority, and she was okay with us handling it.It wasn't long after that Meredith and I were ready to go home. Our mourning was nowhere near through, but along with that mourning had come a deep and abiding need to fuck like ferrets, and we were keeping our relationship hidden, even from 'Cesca and Randy.We said our goodbyes, lots of messy kisses and more tears, and then got in the back of the car and Sophie drove us home.I'm not sure, with everything that happened since Johnny's. She could chose a seat, a sleeping berth or a private compartment, and each choice was available with or without meals.She made her choices, a sleeping berth with one meal seeming to be the best combination of frugality and comfort, and hit the key to complete the transaction. There was a pause, a slight hum and then a chime as the machine spit out a small plastic chit, brightly colored and embossed with the Transportation Authority seal. It was, quite probably, the prettiest thing that Kat had. Finally, I arrived in the bathroom, and stared for a moment into the inky blackness. With Mitzi paying rent (and a few of my bills by now...), I no longer had to worry about turning on the lights as we always had money in the electric meter.A few minutes later found me standing in the dimly lit bathroom, the cool tiles feeling wonderful across my bare feet. I stared into the only mirror left unbroken in our 'cozy' home, and gave myself a once over. Before my first little 'accident' with the.