Since none of thoseseemed appealing at all, I decided to look in the dresser, which was whitewith a lavender trim, and to my surprise, even though I s...ouldn't havebeen, there were thong panties; silky, lacey, thong panties.When he, whose name I never found out, came back up stairs he brought somechicken noodle soup a glass of lemonade, and some very strange lookingpills, not strange in that they were labeled funny, but in that they werehour glass shaped. "Take those two pills first, helps from. The beer wouldn't have had a chance to get warm. You owe me sixty dollars." Wait a minute," I said. "A ticket for going ten over is only a hundred dollars." I've only got eighty," he said. "And I need at least forty for my date tonight." Maybe you should pay the ticket and stay in tonight," I said."Dad, warm beer sucks," said Mark. "I want another one." No, Mark," I said. "You know the rule." He nodded. And out of nowhere George leaped into our conversation with both feet."I'm not sure I like. . .My computer is in the living room, where he stands on the chair. I pull the small table it sits on around to where he can see the monitor (I have a nice-sized flat screen, so I know he can see it well too), then I move my nice, swivel/recline office chair around too. I go into my room again, and bring out another small table, set it where he can see it, and go back into my room for some ?toys?. I bring out, and set on the table, my whips, riding crop, several vibrating eggs, and a small. Broadbent.”“Alice ... this is the racetrack.”I should know ... I race here at the amateur events.“I know,” Alice said. “You know the houses on the west side?”“Yes.”“People actually live here. Mrs. Broadbent is a recent widow and she wants to move. She doesn’t hate the races ... she hates the drive to get out of her home during the the 12 hour race. She has problems with the track when they include Barry Gordon in the rally races. That leaves her surrounded by the track.”The gate guard hung up.