What was wrong with him?!“That is inappropriate,” Faith stammered, turning to leave.“Jimmy you got no control over your cunt? I thought you were...more of a man than that?” Burt scolded his employee. Jimmy jumped up quickly and grabbed her by the arm.“Come on honey, you're making me look bad,” he told her in a hushed whisper.“Sit down bitch!” The bird squawked out. Faith truly hated that bird.“Your boss is crude and rude. I do not want to be sitting next to him, nor can I believe you'd want me to. I may look like a woman and I really enjoy my time asBubbles, but I've very comfortable when I'm Bob, the man. Did you bringthe divorce papers or should I stop around at your lawyer's offices?"Sue's smile faded as she said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to besarcastic." She clenched her hands together nervously and said, "I cameto tell you that I missed you and that I forgave you for what you did."She didn't have time to continue before Bob laughed sharply. "Forgiveme? You're going to forgive. I’ll talk to my mom tonight and then let Taft know I accept.”“Cool. You’ll have to change your work schedule, I guess.”“Probably. I need as many hours as I can get, but I have to make sure I have enough time to study, too.”“The eternal struggle,” I said.A customer came to the counter, so I went back to work and Nancy went to the register.February 13, 1982, West Monroe, Ohio“So what did you want to talk about, Mike?” Mom asked.Mom and I were sitting in the kitchen because it was too cold to sit. Our group was hanging out at the pool, blasted and lazy from the many pina coladas with lots of rum. My wife was also sleeping (passed out) but I was still close to sober and decided to go for a walk by myself to explore the beautiful beach. The beach was really very beautiful: very soft white sand and very clear blue-green water and of course the beautiful Brazilian girls in their miniscule bikinis (they jokingly call them “dental floss”) running up and down the beach showing off their pretty.