I couldn't compete with her economically, and yes it bothered me a little. But, that said, I did like having my free time; that, almost as much as she...liked doing battle in the world of business. "What?" I said. "It's a good job!" She smiled. "Of course. I'm glad for you," she said. The rest of lunch was filled with pretty mundane stuff. I kept trying to see down her blouse, and she kept pretending that she didn't notice. I felt like a kid from the wrong side of the tracks on his first date. Diane seemed to work forever wetting his hair and moving it back andforth. He felt her twist it and clip it and had no idea what she wasdoing as she tugged at his roots. As she worked, he felt the heat of adryer on his right hand and then finally the left hand as she warned himnot to touch anything."Ok, rise your head and let me take a better look," Diane ordered as sheraised his chin and stared at him before rubbing something on hiseyebrows. "Ok decent, but far from perfect. I need you to keep. When he had left her for the young girl with perky boobs and an ass that didn't sag as much as her middle-aged one, she drank enough wine to float a battleship. Now, she just regretted the fact she hadn't allowed the "animal" to do it to her more often and in the odd positions he seemed to favor. Her only consolation was that his relentless cock was probably making her replacement's fanny a lot looser than the poor girl had ever anticipated.The shower was refreshing and her eyes were finally. The Pinto accelerated hard, the eyes of her brother slitted above a snarl. I felt an instinctive need to close my eyes when he slammed on the brakes and screeched to a halt just a few feet from us. The rough idle of the car didn’t last long as it sputtered into silence. We stopped running and panted as we stared at the little bastard. Arthur sneered at us as the car door opened with a sharp metallic groan. He was wearing what his car suggested he could afford, ratty jeans, a torn western shirt.