In other words, I looked, I suppose, real, real fine. Chiseled with bending definitions all over, her eyes kind of took a refined peek at my upper bod... as if to say that I was looking good. Real, real good. I smiled but she didn’t. I’m basically a bigger guy but with all the work I did outdoors all that flabbiness seemed to reshape itself a little. In a seriously somber tone, she said “Yeah, I guess so.” The way she said it made it seriously hard to believe as far as I was concerned. I stood. “I was here about the job if you remember.” Russell slumped against the door frame and brought his hand to his forehead sighing heavily.“Yes, yes,” he said, “I remember. Sorry come in.”I followed Russell into the building. As he lead me in I noticed he walked past an open bottle of Scotch half the contents of which seemed to have been already drunk with a glass that appeared to to have less than half an inch of whiskey left in it.“You said you never worked in a kennel before right.” he said. As a result I had a struggle to retrieve it bound as I was, but eventually I had it and opened the garage door. My garage is long. There are three two car bays each with their own door but all connected inside. I have my car, my bike and some storage boxes in my third. I looked into the backyard as my door opened. There was light coming from one of the other townhomes. I thought it was from my landlord?s kitchen. But it was late. Maybe they just forgot to turn it off. Or maybe his kids were up. I might as well go with them and find out what's going on."Okay. I'm having fun. I'll go with you, but I'll pay for my own cab home."Kathy turned to look for their server, and he was almost instantly there with their bill. She gave him her credit card with instructions for a nice gratuity.A few minutes later as they walked toward the entrance, François met them and turned to Eileen. "I have taken the liberty of notifying your driver, Ms. Murray. He is waiting at the front entrance."Turning to.