He would be that way for a while. I hated to do that - I would have preferred that he talked - but I needed to set the stage that I wasn’t putting u... with bullshit and that I meant business. Above all, that they meant nothing to me - expendable.I moved over to the next one, before I could ask, “Las Norias, I make the trip twice a day when gas is running. Some days it’s diesel,” he said.“Who gets the money you collect?” I asked.He started to hesitate until I stepped in front of him.“Bruno. ” I told her I would be happy with that, my kissing Peggy was in no way required to enjoy being with the two of them.Then her eyes got big. “There might be a way, I’m gonna have to think on that, and ask a few questions through. Let me check this out, to make sure it would work. If they agree, I’ll let you know. If not, it’s just another bad idea I’ve had is all.” We then spent quite a bit of time kissing, and we laid on our sides. My baby had not put on a bra that morning, and she snuggled. Eventually, she worked herself up to talking about it."We met in school when we were both a bit younger than you are now. We... we were really good friends for a couple of years. Then I graduated. She got married... I got married. I thought it would be best if we... This was all a long time ago." Mom, I understand that sometimes we do things we don't want to for lots of reasons, because we think it's what we are supposed to do, or what we are expected to do, or think we need to do"Mom was on. My eyes tried to focus on whatshe was doing, but were quickly drawn up to my hair.My once brown locks had been highlighted with streaks of blonde invarious shades, from rich gold to pale platinum. My bangs werestraight cut across the tops of my sculpted brows, and "poofed" up. Iknow poofed is not a word, but it's the first thing that came to mind.My bangs, indeed most of my formerly boring hair, was now puffed,wisped, and slightly curled. It was like nothing that I had every wornbefore. At.