This gave me the opportunity to catch up on how the supermarkets were running.As usual the folk was thinking up new ideas for the kids. One item was t... build a barbeque pit. Herman suggested sinking an old iron water tank into the ground and have a swinging arm with a steel plate for the cooking surface."When it's not being used for cooking Jim, the kids could sit around it and tell stories."The Sisters thought that it was a good idea. "Cooking marshmallows on a stick was one of the things we. ”“Holy fuck”, I thought to myself, that was Mike. He hadn’t changed too much, just a little heavier, though the beard made it hard to recognize him at first. Memories of the things we had done as teenagers came flooding into my mind. I didn’t know if I was happy to see him or not, and it took me a few seconds to respond to him.I finally reached to shake his hand and said, “Oh my goodness, it is you, Mike. How have you been? Are you here with your wife?”Mike shook my hand and then he showed that. There’s a rule about having weapons in school.”I smile while I continue to juggle, “But I’ve got no weapons, Sir. These are metal toy rockets. They come like this so you can paint your own design on them.”“Stop juggling! Place them on the table so I can see them clearly.”I do as asked by leaning forward, and to my left a little, to place them on the table. Grasping the side of the table I lean on it while saying, “See, they’re not knives, but toy rockets.” With the three of them lying on the. There was a younger white guy leaning on the door frame to the shoe shop and he looked me over like a hungry Tiger looking at a tasty Antelope. He gave me a wicked smile and then we were past the shoe store. I had just enough time to look back and notice his name tag said, "Keith". Keith was a husky well built guy. He looked like a younger version of my husband in the muscle and height kinda way.Next door was the lingerie shop and Robert held the door for me and we entered. It was a way sexy.