. Stacy?" Oh, you mean Tracy?" Yes, that's her. Well, I... found this earring of hers that she dropped when we were talking outside, last time I was h...re. I wanted to return it." Oh, she wasn't the assistant manager," he said. "She was what you are before they make you an assistant manager. But they did make her one. Last week. She's now at the Safeway in Emeryville." Oh," Laura said, crestfallen. "Emeryville? I guess I could, you know, find her there." You sure can," he grinned. "Every day.". I love this family. You're the best." He noticed her body was now turned away while she looked back over her shoulder towards him. But what really caught his eye was the way she was ostentatiously "adjusting" her bikini over her ass.She replied, "Tiger, you make me so happy. So proud."While she said this, her fingers pulled on her bikini, first pushing the fabric inwards so it sank up into her ass crack, then pulling it back out wide over her butt cheeks. Then she repeated the motion, as if. " I know who he is," Brad said.As if he hadn't, I continued. "Among other works, he wrote a shortstory, 'A & P,' in which a grocery clerk, unfolding a dollar bill, doesso with great tenderness, advising the reader that it had 'just. . .come from between the two smoothest scoops of vanilla I had ever knownwere there,' meaning his customer's breasts." I know the story," Brad confided. With a wink, he added, "Where do youthink I got the line?" You're not very original, are you?" I asked. Her mother is insisting there’s no problem, and, er, Demetra is insisting there is and is refusing to go back with her mother. In the circumstances, we’d offer foster care, but she’s sixteen and legally she’s between two stools. She can live independently if she wishes, but there is no automatic financial provision. And, of course, there’s the communication problem...”You know that thing about engaging brain before opening mouth? I didn’t. “Missus Easton,” I said, “She’s welcome to the use of.