I had arranged with Oscar to meet us there.I saw the three black guys walking in and going to the bar.My sweet wife soon was checking them out; but sh... did not recognize Oscar.So Anita and me finished up and went out to our car.As I drove back home, I noticed a car following us.I pulled in our driveway and so did Oscar and his black mates.As we got out, two masked men grabbed Ana by her arms and covered her mouth. My wife struggled hard, kicking her feet in the air. The third guy was Oscar; he. Secondly, they now have a blank spot on their own staff they can fill, perhaps with the offspring of somebody powerful or wealthy or connected. Finally, maybe they take this as an opportunity to give a glowing recommendation for the local village idiot and pawn him off on the unsuspecting newbie, who is now no longer their headache, but your headache. Hey, I’m just saying, it happens!Overall, the entire exercise reminded me of pre-Civil War slave trading, only it wasn’t as dignified.At lunch,. But maybe. You know it’s never been about the money, just about having something to do.’ Having had this particular discussion many times, Melissa was only too aware that was true. Gemma’s rate of pay was even more pitiful than her own but despite having qualifications that could’ve secured her a job paying four times as much, she’d chosen to stay on at the association regardless. She’d always maintained that Jonathan’s laissez-faire attitude to her attendance patterns and working with her best. Alexander went around the car and climbed inbeside me and we drove off.The car Mrs. Alexander drove was a pink Cadillac convertible. I askedabout the car and Mrs. Alexander told it was a 1959 model that used tobelong to her mother. She had her arm around my shoulder and pulled meto her so that my head rested on her breast as we sat on the bench seat.I just took it all it, her lovely full breasts and her aroma. Thisweekend was going to be special. Mrs. Alexander said that the next daywe were.