You have a sense of humor and can think on your feet,” I said.“What is your degree in?” Mom asked.“Art History.”“Can you say, ‘Would you...like fries with that?’” I asked.This time Hiram and Marianne laughed. They knew she’d never have to stoop to that, but an Art History major didn’t translate into a real-world job, either.“Hey, I figured I could land a job with the Mobile Museum of Art,” Ashley said to defend herself.“More like you were working on your MRS degree,” Marianne said.I knew right. Let's put the groceries away and discuss plans for this afternoon while we eat. You are just such a sweetheart!" She kissed him on the cheek, squeezed his ass, bent down and pulled up his stockings and adjusted the suspender straps.A few minutes later they were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table eating the salad. Chris was very conscious of the lipstick as he ate so instead of his normal technique of almost bolting his food, he took little bites in a much more ladylike fashion so. It was ivory, a family heirloom, then he walked slowly to Amber’s bedroom. This was not something he wanted to do but he knew it needed to be done. As he walked, he thought about his life with Amber. His wife had passed away from ovarian cancer when Amber was only seven. He had dated a few times afterward but not in years. It had for so long been just Amber and Jim.Amber heard her daddy coming down the hall. She terrified about what was about to happen. She also knew that she deserved it. Her. He said it might be best if I just ride on.”“Clete, you killed a man?” Patty asked.“Yeah, I killed that man called Homer Stark, after I took all his money and he tried to draw down with a pocket pistol. The police man was there and saw him.”“You killed Stark?” Patty said and smiled, but she had tears in her eyes as she hugged Clete.“I figured he had it coming. Not that I try to judge folks, but he had already hurt you and I like you Ms. Patty.”“We like you too Clete, you be careful. Here’s your.