Dad, I'm not sure I do either. I don't pretend to understand mother's reasoning for I've been apart from it and her for a long time. I'm not sure this...situation can be fixed."He looked troubled. "I don't know either, Son. Your mother was exposed to some harsh information and it won't get better." Marianne's room had a love seat and a chair in its sitting area. We were on the love seat and he took the chair. He said, "She truly has nowhere to go. I'm not sure what will happen. I am canceling the. I have a big spreadsheet that is continuously being updated, showing expenses and revenues. The expenses are broken down in understandable areas such as payroll, utilities, shop expenses, vehicles, etc. When I see a number out of line, I pull the file and try to find out what has that number out of kilter. I'll teach you how I do that so you can review them with me. It's not rocket science; it's just plain old evaluation." There were a couple of good ideas out in the field that Ryan and Abe. I remember this local toilet that used to be frequented by lots of different men who wanted more than just using the facilities. This particular incident that still lingers in my memory occurred some years back. I went to the toilet as usual to see if I could meet someone who might like to play. I went into a cubical that had glory holes in the panels and took my trousers and my favourite white Y fronts down and sat down. After some time and on the verge of giving up a man came into the cubical. The hotel we stopped at was more than fifty years old, dark and dirty. Half of the windows were shattered, the other half boarded up. Mr. A spotted the pimp and pulled to the curb. I stepped out and he howled at me, "whoo-hoo, fine lookin' bitch". He felt my tits and ass, then turned to Mr. A and nodded. He held out his hand and accepted several hundred dollar bills, smiled and swept them slowly underneath his nose. "The sweet smell of hard-earned cash." He turned to me and said, "let's go." By.