” He looked to Mike.“‘Bout that,” Mike said.“Do you have anything to add, Professor?” Trip said.“No. I believe you and Mr. Hughes have t...ings well in hand. I’ll be happy to stay for the formal inspection, if you’d like the weight of my professional presence.”“Thank you, sir,” Trip said. “We’d appreciate that.”Even I couldn’t argue with that. Professor Joska was the architect of record for the renovation plans. I knew them forward and backward, but I didn’t have the professional credentials, so. I was 25 at the time and she lived 2 floors up. She was about 10 years older then I am and married. She and her husband both worked and she was a good friend of Jane the apt manager. We used to see each other when we paid rent, passed in the parking lot and when we were washing clothes. The washers were across the hall from my apt. I had been there for about a year. I often kept my door open if one of the folks in the building I knew was doing laundry just to be social. This Saturday I was. He glanced at me, then stopped to stare at Granny as she bent over the door to reach into the backseat and get her handbag. I knew he had to be the rat-faced bastard who was married to Mr. Foster’s daughter, Annette.He looked at me, and he knew I’d seen him looking at Granny’s ass. He never smiled, he just turned his pointy little nose in the air and swished his skinny little ass out across the car lot to catch up with the older couple who were walking over to where the new pickups were. "Turning to look at her he said,"Well you can take those fucking clothes off for a start... they're mine... apparently."Shari covered herself in reflex."Please..." she said in a little girls voice, "I'm sorry."Suddenly tears welled up; her hands flew to her face as she began to sob.Mo' stood looking at her, arms akimbo."Shari! Fucking grow up... What are you going to do?."Even with tears streaming down her face, Mo' found her very appealing. She had a demur beauty, dark eyes and trim figure. He.