Guy who has to use a cane part time. In some areas, that would paint a target on my back. So, how did a nice girl like you wind up as a Duluth city co...?”“Girl??”“Hey, I’m 65 and you’re pushing it to be, what, 25? I recognize your contribution to society as a fully functioning adult, but yeah, girl.”“OK, then, old man,” she said with a grin, “Actually, I’m 32, but I’ll let you slide on it. After 12 years in the Army, I got out and needed a job. I met my soon to be wife in Afghanistan. She’s a. "Ooohh, I've been wanting to dothat for ages", she grinned widely. "Come with me honey bun, I'll give youa quick blow dry in the lunchroom, must have you looking your best for oldman Donaldson. You look just a pinch bedraggled at the moment and thatwill never do. Gillian would have you in the mail room for the next fiveyears if you turned up looking like that." For the next ten minutes Bill sat and it must be said, greatly enjoyedhimself as Cathy ran her fingers back and forth through his hair. The best part about it is that Dev still had his handsome young looks. Dev stood at six-foot-two, had a well toned frame, and looked almost exactly like Zayn Malik except with more deep set eyes.On a hot and humid summer night, Dev headed to his apartment after an embarassing night at a rooftop bar party where he had been ridiculed by a banker mocking him by speaking in an Indian accent. Dev didn't have an accent at all but still managed to make a lot of other people at the party laugh at him.. Often when she was alone, she'd take out her diary and pore over the days, looking at the progression on the total, smile at those days which had been particularly eventful where her tally had increased by the most, and perhaps frown at the relatively low scores that might be associated with it. She had very high standards. A seven was pretty good. And not given lightly. An eight was rare. A nine rarer still. And a ten. Well! Could that even exist?Often she wondered about what would have.