”“Fuck. You gonna hold my hands while we cross the street, too? Dude, I ain’t gonna go looking for any kind of trouble, but I also ain’t gonna...live in fear of some fuckin’ wannabe gangsters,” Tim said with authority.Johnnie returned Tim’s stare from a little earlier before responding. “All right, I see what you mean. Ain’t no wannabe with these motherfuckas, but you are gonna get to the cafeteria A-S-friggin’-A-P! That way, you can get a seat where your back is not left open for an accidental. .oh well. Getting old. Anyway… After I kicked Patti out of the house and burned up her massage table I had spent maybe 40 solid hours making, things got quiet around the house. Hell, I expected my phone to ring, she would be all bawling and carrying on, I would give her a ration of shit, she would come home and that would be it. No such thing, I sat there for two weeks waiting. Bored. I lifted weights, did pushups, punished my body. Anybody who thinks 2-3 weeks of working out like a dog doesn’t. But those were Jenny Easton thoughts, and she had to remind herself that Jenny was back out on the coast, somewhere.She flipped on the radio in the car; it came on with some local station, playing a polka. She found herself singing along with Frankie Yankovich, "Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun..."If Linda Ronstadt can do a mariachi record, she thought, I ought to be able to do a polka record. Boy, wouldn't Knox strip a gear when he heard about that! Now, that was a Jennifer. She had long blonde hair and a body that made you drool. Now you must see how tough it was for me to grow up near three hot women( my mom was very beautiful to) and without any sexual relief except jacking of. It was torture. - Hay Rob. -she sad with a pleading look on her face. I was a little angry with her, why couldn’t she wait till I finished showering.- Haven’t you learned to knock? -I asked .She looked like she was in a hurry.- Sorry but I couldn’t wait, I’m going to a party and my ride.