I'm the good kid. Remember?" Oh we'll see."------------"Mom, you know what Kevin was doing while I was at cheerleader practice? He had gone into my ...nderwear drawer and was pulling on a pair when I came in. He said he likes wearing them and wishes he was a girl." Uh-uh. That's not true at all. You know it." Guys, stop. I don't have time for this right now. I had a rough day at work. I just need a cup of tea and to sit down in front of the TV for awhile."-------------"Boy those two can. I said "Well, I will help you figure out his new elevation." He said "No, don't you remember we did that this morning?" I couldn't convince him that moving the transit threw off his original elevation and he got mad. I mean really mad! He yelled "Alright wise guy! You do all this technical work! I'm dragging up!" Well, no one there tried to talk him into staying so he went to the Clerk and got his last check. Later on I heard that he went to Missouri and while working there he brought his new. He had taken off his shirt and was standing out there in his khaki shorts that were riding low on his hips, the band of his boxer briefs peeking out the top. Peter didn’t say a word. He just stood there admiring her body. She wasn’t a hard body like he was used to. She was a fully mature woman. Her curves were round and soft. Her stomach wasn’t hard and muscled like the usual girls he was with, it was rounded and her hips flared naturally. Her underwear wasn’t expensive lace and satin that cost. As I expected, shortly before three that afternoon Edie had called and left a message that she would be attending a live theatre opening and wouldn't be home for dinner. She apologized profusely and promised that we could talk tomorrow.I left early that afternoon, arriving home an hour sooner than normal. As usual, I was left to prepare my own meal from whatever I could find in the refrigerator and pantry. I chose a soup and sandwich combination with a glass of red wine. Simple, quick and easy.