I looked at Miguel curiously when he walked over to a table and picked up a parcel. Miguel handed the wrapped bundle to his father, who in turn shoved...it into my hands.“If you are going to play with us, Señor Ty, you need to be dressed appropriately.”I ripped into the wrapping paper around the parcel and sure as shit, they had a suit just like theirs for me. I was grinning like a jackass as I held up the jacket with its silver piping. I wondered for a minute if the suit would fit, then realized. I recall thinking how slim her leg seemed as I ran hand over it. From the other side of the table Randy gets up to go to the bathroom and Marge places her left hand under the table and moves my hand off her leg. While Randy is gone I think I may have received my tenth or eleventh beer of the day. I was not counting.A short time later Randy returns and I feel Marge push her left leg up against my right leg. My right arm disappears under the table again and my hand rests on the inside of Marge’s. "Fucking idiots!" I said as I pushed the door open. "Now," Edward said as I walked towards him. "Shut up!" I said looking at him standing and holding his chest. "If I wanted to hit you, I would have done it a long time ago." I walked past him and took my painting of Teresa's first photo shoot from the wall behind him. "This," I said holding it up. "Is mine, and when I return and believe me I will return, this building will be sold to the lowest bidder." "Get her out of here!" Edward yelled as. Not only did that not bother me, but I liked having him on board because he wasn't straight. He was well educated and had the licenses required to work on the biggest ships in the world, but he didn't look like he was even of average intelligence. He was about 6' tall, a solid 240 pounds, had a broad and flat face that was lined like a map of every mile he had ridden his Harley when he had time off. He looked more like a Neanderthal than a highly skilled ship's engineer. He wasn't a.