There’s your uncle with his bottle in the cupboard. You have to love him, he thinks no-one knows. But everyone keeps an eye on him and makes sure he...doesn’t do anything too bad. And he’s good with the customers. Especially the difficult ones; like Mrs Campbell, there, right on cue.” Mrs Campbell had the longest list of excuses that anyone could remember for why she couldn’t pay.She started to explain to George’s uncle. “I remember this, he always chivvied her into paying just enough so they did. Even after the shadowy group had burned down her house, she had still seemed sweet and good-spirited. That was gone. Murder filled her eyes. Whatever she had heard on the phone changed her.When they reached the top of the stairs, Liv exchanged the slipper for a lighter in the Go Bag. She stomped over to the gas stove, reached behind it and yanked out a flexible, silver line. "Give me your Strider," she ordered. Finn complied, then rushed up the stairs to look for anything that might indicate. I, of course, would not have noticed the view I was giving Tony if he had not reacted to it. I should tell you now that I am in good shape, with a tone stomach, but for some reason my ass does not follow that standard. It’s not wiggly or anything, it’s actually pretty tight, but it’s that kind of ass that is bubbly enough to cover a little bit of my legs, to topple over just a hair. Well Tony glides his finger where my ass meets my legs, pushing my ass up so the skin that is normally hidden. Betty exited her car and waved. She had on a business-like skirt and a white button down blouse. This was as good a time as any, to check to check the mail and check out the neighbor. “Hey!” I called out from my drive way. “Hey!” Betty responded, waving at me. “Where is everyone tonight?” I asked. “Oh- Eve is out with some friends and Tom is in San Francisco for a few days,” Betty responded. Betty peered into her mailbox. She took out a stack of envelopes and an advertisement from the local.