."Jake stood up suddenly and grabbed Manny by the front of his shirt. He pulled him bodily to his feet, spun him around, and then slammed him into the...nearest wall hard enough to knock two pictures to the floor. Manny's expression registered shocked surprise and the first hints of fear."What are you doing?" Manny yelled. "You can't..."Jake pulled him back and then slammed him into the wall again, harder this time. Another picture went down, the glass in the frame shattering on impact. "I can. He led me to his door, opened it, and held my hips and walked me in.He then closed the door and guided me to sit on a sofa. He went into the kitchen and brought me some cold water in a glass. As I drank, he kept staring at me with a sly smile. He took the empty glass, placed it away on a small table, and then kept his hand on my thighs again, and stroked and squeezed. He then caught my face and brought it close to him, and kissed my mouth. I felt the beard rub all over my face as he kissed me,. I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind as I walked into Max's cubbyhole we laughingly called the den. It was so small the only furniture that fit in it was a love seat and his computer desk and chair and even then you had to kind of slide into the room. I figured if he was anywhere in the house though this was the place. Seemed it was the only space in the house that he spent anytime in, sometimes even sleeping on that little sofa because he knew I'd give him hell for working at home if. Would you?"She gave me a level stare, but I saw appreciation in her eyes. "You don't have to do that," she said softly."I know. I happen to have the money and I'm not using it for anything." We don't make a profit on the apples," she said slowly. "We break even for the most part, or at least I've always thought that. To be honest I don't even keep good records on where the money from the sales of apples goes." Maybe that will change some day," I said. "If there ever is a profit, I'll take my.