I don’t know what to do. I had no time yet to think. Just no abortion.”“Danny, what’s your take?” Marsha asked next.His wide open eyes were ...nswer enough. “Hey, I had less time. I don’t know. I guess I’ll try to help as much as I can. I just don’t know how much I can help.”“Good, that’s a start,” Marsha stated. “Helen, you will have to come to a decision. However you decide, Danny will help.”“So I have no say?” Danny asked. “I just have to be supportive whatever she decides?”Marsha nodded.. I called Sammy in a panic. She rushed right over to my apartment. Our fix was a bit unorthodox, but it worked. It consisted of interlocked paper clips to help hold the tunic closed at the top portion where the buttons wouldn’t fasten because of the size of my breasts. This worked fine, until midway through the Party when the paper clips gave way and I was forced to show off a little more of my breasts than I had been willing to showcase. I was also worried about the shortness of the nurse. I told her that Mrs. Parsons had something else to do, and wouldn't be golfing with me. I invited her to have lunch with me again in the club house restaurant. She told me to hang on, then went to ask her mother for permission."Mother says she can have me there at twelve forty five, Kenny. Will that be okay?" Perfect. I wanted to practice my putting for awhile anyway. Can you meet me over at the putting green? We can go to lunch from there." Did you bring your racquets too? We need to practice. The building was the usual abandoned building, but this one had once been an office building, so I had high hopes of finding something useful. I went in through the roof and entered the third floor. This was the usual mess that one finds in an abandoned urban building, but the next floor down was a complete change. There were a dozen offices here with the usual office machines, including computers. I looked around very cursorily, and I did not find anything of interest. Naturally, that was.