. difficult ... but I had to do it.”“Well, all in all, things turned out pretty well,” said Lacey. “I can’t help but think that I’m the pe...son I am because of how I was raised.” She smiled. “And because I met Bob.”“I’m glad,” said Fred, obviously agitated. “Maybe you could call from time to time?”“Of course I will. I should have before this.”“Thanks,” he said. She could see tears in his eyes, and could tell he didn’t want her to see them spill out. “I should go.”“Thanks again for coming .... Of course they tested me right away.Two of the Hispanic guys commented about my boobs, in Spanish. I told them (in Spanish) their wives would be very interested in what they'd been saying, and that their extra-curricular liaisons with their little sweeties (with named names and times) wouldn't go unnoticed.It didn't hurt either that I could curse more colorfully than both of them put together. I think I called one of them the "aborted offspring of a leprous ape and a diseased baboon." Yep, Don. Sure her course load was lighter, but she also had to work more than twenty hours a week to make the requirements for her student loans. While my parent’s aren’t rich, they are well enough off that I didn’t have to work while studying. I heard the key turning in the lock and looked over to see the door opening. Lisa came in and started dropping things as she made her way slowly toward the bed. Her book bag dropped with an impressively loud thunk. Her keys flew across the room to land on desk. Would you call me Margaret, please?"Now, you're probably thinking, 'WTF or, what's going on here?' I don't know why; perhaps it's just that she reminded me so forcefully of Rose-Marie, but I felt I trusted her on the spot. Not that I only took her on trust, mind you, but I was certainly willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. There was nothing abrasive or arrogant in her manner or tone, unlike Pastor Grey, or her husband, both of whom I disliked almost on sight."Very well, Margaret." I'm.