"i know, its really just my hands that r cold though" she said. " here take my gloves, sorry there a little dirty from the farm but they r warm, i pul...ed them off and gave them to her. "thanks" "no prob" i replyed. we were almost to the back door when she started to slip on a patch of ice and went to reach out for somethi g and caught ahold of my hand, i held on and lifted her back up before she could realy hit the ground." thanks im so sorry look i got ur pants wet with the slush, it makes no. I fear we will die out before too long. Well thats horrible, I say, taking a bite out of my hotdog. I wish I could help you, but&hellip, Oh, but you can, she says, eyes sparkling. That is why Im here tonight. Ive been watching you, and I think youre perfect. I swallow the rest of my hotdog, using the time to think. I can see already where this is going, this imaginary creature is going to have me go on a quest or something, just like some sort of gay dungeons and dragons deal, and Ill wake. Between management, and management only, you need to know that this is his third strike. He’s gone. Harry will just have to replace him with a real person. You can uncover your ears now, Miss Brock.”“Yes, ma’am.” All three of them laughed, but they also knew it wasn’t really all that funny, could be quite serious, actually, and it probably wasn’t over.“Miss Brock, if he so much as looks at you sideways, you tell Mr. Reynolds, myself, or your amore’, and get the police on the line. He will be. ." She noticed that he was staring at her tits rather than listening to her. She stopped and just said, "Never mind," and walked through the turnstiles. She was taller than most of the kids as she walked around inside amongst all of the games. Towards the back was a netted pit filled with colored plastic balls. Kids were diving into the balls and laughing, but her mind was intently trying to decode the second part of the word puzzle. As she stared, it struck her...LAPTLIB... BALLPIT. Could that.