.. the light in the kitchen, remember? How long will a light bulb burn?Then I read of a construction taking place in New York City. The crew was diggi...g in the front of a store they were going to take down and discovered a whole store front and street that had been covered to "straighten" out a street. The work was done in the early 1890's.One of the construction crew said, "hey, there's a light on in there." So ... that's how long a lightbulb can burn; 1890 to 1962. I wonder who got the. I just tried not toweep aloud. A man wasn't expected to cry and I tried to keep my tears atleast till we came home where I could hide in my room. I cried a lotthese days and during burial I'd dropped not a single tear standing allthe time by side of my father. There were we - the Grabowski family - thefather and the son. After my mother's gone there was no trace offemininity left in our family.The only thing showing us we still were a family was a dinner time everyevening. What a family? It. As she received the first prize bottle of ‘champagne’ the lighting changed revealing that it wasn’t just a bra she wasn’t wearing, the whole pub got a good view of her pussy too. She loved it! Chloe loved to show off and had often told Jenny and Annie how she fantasised about guys wanking off while thinking about her. She stood with her legs apart and popped the cork covering breasts and skimpy outfit in wet fizz! As all the blokes in the pub cheered Jenny plucked up the courage to ask Jim back. Not knowing what else to say.‘Nope. All the girls I know are little whores. And if they aren’t whores then they’re bitches. It sucks, bad.’ He laughed.I laughed. We sat in silence for a while. He smiled. ‘Remember when we were kids and we used to play? We used to have so much fun.’ I smiled. ‘Yeah. Remember when you used to play Barbie with me? You’d be the Ken doll and I’d be Barbie and we’d have little weddings and Kelly would be our baby.’He laughed. ‘Yeah. I miss the days when.