"It is so nice to see you Kali."Mr. Bradford was about six feet tall. He has salt and pepper hair. He dressed nice and was in pretty good shape. I wou...d say he was an attractive man. I took off my coat and stood there so he could get a good look at me. I was wearing a short tight black skirt and a really tight top that stretched when I buttoned it leaving big enough gaps to see my boobs. No bra. No panties. Mr. Bradford's eyes widened. I bet he wished he never laid me off. I bet he wished he. I looked up at the clock it was almost 5:00. I’d been waiting for some kind of word any kind for almost four hours. Where was the fucking doctor!****“Doctor Weintraub?” said Rodney Pollard.“Yes, and you are?” he said.“My name is Rodney Pollard,” he said.“Rodney Pollard? Any relation to the guy whose name is on a plaque in the dialysis ward,” he said.“Yes, that’s me. And I’m the money man as far as Ann Clausen is concerned. So what’s the deal, doctor?” he said.“Are you related to the woman?” he. Her acting out I thought a bit tiresome at first. She seemed to constantly crave attention regardless of the costs. When I first met her, while my father and Denise were still dating, I thought it just annoying. Once she moved in however, I found it quite intriguing. It only added to her many charms. Having her in the house during my adolescence was a distraction, to say the least. In a relatively short period of time, this tomboy went from ripped jeans to designer jeans. Her once short haircut. " Thank you, child," the woman replied. "A cup of tea would be very nice. It has been a long, cold morning." She followed Leslie into the house, the hem of her dark blue dress trailing along the floor.Leslie seated her guest at her kitchen table and placed a cup of hot tea in front of her. After offering cream and sugar, which the woman politely refused, Leslie sat down with her own tea and they began to talk.There was something about the old woman's cherubic face, her iron-grey hair and her.