I punch him in and Mr. Perv greets me with, “How's my redneck teeny daughter doing today?” I think that's so funny because (1) while I do have a s...uthern accent I am not a redneck, (2) I'm not a teenager and (3) I'm certainly not his daughter.I know nothing about this man except that he says he is 54 years old. I'm 99.999% sure that he doesn't live around here because he doesn't have a southern accent and his cell phone area code is one from Montana. I think he just randomly keyed in my number. You weren’t responding to anything. I convinced myself you were spending your precious energy on those wonderful children, who matter more than me. I can only hope that is true, that your last days were spent surrounded by your children and family. I still think you were strong enough to beat the cancer. Losing the baby and the final expiration of your marriage were heavy enough hits. Topped with the ugly cherry of such an aggressive cancer, you were up against too much. Losing much needed. All Year. Good luck, Shane, he was dieing to add in. ‘This advice is coming from the guy that is going after a girl with a barb wire fence around her. Tell me, how do you do it?’ Jon shrugged. ‘Once you get passed the barb wire the electricity and dogs don’t hurt much.’ They shared a laugh before Shane sobered up and asked, ‘Is it really obvious. About Deity?’ Jon nodded and shrugged, as if it were no big deal. ‘She’s a pretty girl, Shane. But you know she’s got issues. Look at how many times. P , now at this point i should point out that roy was a stocky dark skinned guy of asian origin , well spoken but as it turned out totally submissive , he went on to say that it helped him " unwind " from the pressures of the job he was in, i simply said your private life is exactly that private as is mine, so now i was turned on at the prospect of the proceedings , so here he was tottally naked save his dogs collar and leash , ally had taken up an armchair and was sipping some thing from a.