My father was Mr. Morrison. I’m just plain, old, Tom.”That got me one of her professional smiles. Summer Steel could melt and iceberg with that pa...ented smile. It had disarmed many hard boiled politicians, making them vulnerable for the question they never saw coming.She smiled.I REALLY wanted to tear her clothes off and do her right on the seat.She smiled like she knew exactly what I was thinking and probably did. I wouldn’t put it past her to be clairvoyant as well as disturbingly sexy.How in. We greet each other whenever we see and during weekends we chat casually for a couple of minutes. Slowly we started talking more and it turned to personal life. She said her husband works for a marketing company and half of the month he will stay away from home and slowly expressing her personal life problems and how her husband treats her.I understand that she is not satisfied with her sex life and I made myself free for some time daily to spend some time with her. We started chatting over. ’ ‘I don’t make very much, and I have school expenses.’ ‘Hush, I know that. I have some money from Danny’s insurance.’ I was too stunned to speak, but I knew I couldn’t accept money that she’d come by as a result of her husband’s death. Also, there was the matter of my grandparents. Would they approve? And, how would her parents feel about their daughter shacking up with someone four years her junior? ‘Give me a day or two to think about it?’ ‘You do that, Randy, but I’m going to find a way to. So I got comfy and began to give a presentation on Bushido and the role of a retainer. The meds got me going and at one point I think I was pulling stuff outta my ass. I wasn't going to try bullshitting well read people. Suffice to say my logic was basically inescapable and no one could refute me even in my demented state. I took a long shot -Hail Mary full of grace. I had a buddy who moved to California and became a chef. Ironically he can't have alcohol or eat like he once did. It doesn't.