‘What’s wrong, Molly?’ ‘Everything . . .’ And she began to cry. He swung his feet off the desk and hunched over the phone. ‘So start at th... beginning. You went job hunting . . .’ He said leading her on. Sniffling, she tried to overcome her tears but couldn’t manage to and renewed her wailing. ‘Get a grip on yourself,’ he said sternly, trying to reach her and put a halt to her crying. But she had lost control and was hopelessly wailing away. ‘Where are you, right now?’ Molly managed to tell him. “Yah, Dad, we’ve been up for quite a while,” answeredBuck, rolling his eyes back as he realized the unintendedhumor of his answer, and grinning with relief that Dadwas still down the hall and would be undoubtedly usingthe bathroom for at least the next few minutes.“Can one of you guys let the dogs out into the back yard,please?”“Sure Dad, no problem,” offered Buck just a bit toquickly. Buck was pulling on a pair of butter soft faded Levies501’s. "Not with what's-her-face." Angelina," I reminded him."Yeah. Angelina. Big tits, high morals, dried-up cunt." He shook his head as he remembered that night. "What a fuckin' waste of time and money she turned out to be. Couldn't even get a fucking handjob out of her. What a cunt." So, she's your problem here?" What? Angelina? No, man, what gave you that idea? She just wouldn't give it up, that's all." So what's got you all fucked up tonight, then?" This conversation was getting irritating. I was. Her mother had always bragged about her combination of brains and beauty. Rachel didn’t completely dissagree, either; she had the classic Norweigan features, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a well proportioned body. A bit top heavy, pehaps, but there were worse things. He breasts were quite adequate for turning heads, especially among the under grads, she noticed. It turned out that she had only one appointment that morning, a counselling session with a student named Christopher. Due to arrive in.