" Where were the drugs?" I screamed at him. "These motherfuckingheadaches, the way I've been acting--you don't think I know when I'mbeing fucked aroun..., you son-of-a-bitch?" Over in the waiting room Kwatched us curiously, but the heavy glass door blocked the sounds of myranting. "I know who I am! I'm a man, dammit! I'm not Cindy! I don't--last night-- I said I trusted you but that didn't give you the right to--"A quickly made decision flicked across his eyes. "It was for your owngood," Scooter. .. “What?!?”“I need you,” she mostly moaned ... a whining moan ... but definitely distressed.A clatter ... feet hitting the floor ... a chair shoved across hardwood ... a bit of a bustle. The door opened, a waft of cooler air. The office was air-conditioned.“What? Hi David,” Mayor Simmons ... I read it off his shirt pocket ... said. “What’s up?”And Junior stepped out from behind me. I’m not very big but Junior is tiny ... she had no trouble hiding in my shadow.“Your Highness...”At least I think. ” “Thank you.” “What’s on your mind?” “Would you be up for coming by my house tomorrow evening?” “Sure!” He replied enthusiastically. “What time?” “Seven.” “Okay, sounds great. Why don’t you clock out, go home and relax. You seem a bit stressed.” “Okay, I will. And I’m alright. A bit nervous to say the least, though.” “Sweetheart, it’s alright. Relax.” He came and sat on the side of me. He put his hand on my thigh a few inches above my knee, and looked at me. He leaned in and gave me a. She returned from the wash room in a few minutes mopping her washed face with a fresh towel and sitting on another sofa near me she smiled and asked so how do you like my house? And without waiting for my reply she asked as to what would you like to have ? My Dad will be back tonight and mom will return in evening by five in evening she confided. What can I offer you Uncle to drink, I can prepare tea for you if you like or some soft drink or juice must be ready in the Fridge.I said laughing “Ok.