Now I'm no professor or anything, but an ignorant muthafucka is a racist muthafucka that hides from a nigga like me and decides to be a so-called bull... when they're only bullying themselves because for one they envy you, two they wanna be you, or three they just want you to beat their muthafuckin ass, and I think this ignorant bitch pie wants that magic number three. Honestly he don't know know who he's fucking with, and he's claiming to be from the state of Florida like that's supposed to be. .."Giggle. "You ARE an engineer." Yeah. Let's see ... I walked up the hall and retrieved an old blanket. "Here's a blanket that'll work. We can get the trouble bag out of the truck. I'll but the stuff to equip another one this week. Let's go, punkin..." Punkin?" she squealed. "is that a good thing?" Everybody loves punkins, babe. Even forty year old engineers."Hands wrapped around my biceps as we walked out. When I got back from the truck with the trouble bag, Kim was sitting in the driver. We can’t wait to show you. He’s so generous. Cully. Cully, are you there?”“We?” To-my-self.“Yes, baby, I’m so happy you’re having a good time.”“I am, honey. And it’s because of you. Thank you, Cully and Tommy thanks you. Trust me, he’s a whole new man in the little time we’ve spent together. He’s found a purpose for his life now. The extra night made the difference I believe. Thank you again, Cully.”I thought about inquiring as to what that “purpose” was exactly, but, she plowed thru my place. Lower West Side. I’ve got a great view from my apartment. Do you know New York?’ Cath shook her head. ‘What’s it like?’ ‘Well, now you’re asking,’ Gareth said with a smile. He launched into an enthusiastic account of a city that fascinated Cath. It certainly wasn’t only skyscrapers and car chases and Central Park. There was so much to the city. The financial district where he worked. The park where he jogged every day when he could find the time. The very many and varied restaurants. The.