Time went slow. Monday night arrived at a snail’s pace. I waited in anticipation till she arrived.As usual, the train was late. I had to wait even l...nger. At last, there was a knock on the door and there was a tingling sensation running up from my toes to the groin. My wife opened the door and there entered the girl of my dreams. She was standing tall, perfect figure, wearing a tight salwar and as usual not revealing anything.She was just 18. Her smile was so refreshing, her eyes so innocent.. He only works nights and then usually no more than ten to twelve hours a week.’ ‘God and he makes all that money and is without advanced educational qualifications. I bet his career advisors at school told him about getting a degree rather than how to make money like stealing cars. The system is really skewed, isn’t it?’ ‘Yeah. I reckon it’s all bullshit. On the other hand my parents don’t possess degrees and earn chicken shit. Mom works in the accounts section at a hospital and dad is a. " That's quite all right. Go change now. We have to fill out some paperwork in my office to close this."She went, and while I sat there waiting, a sudden idea struck me. It was crazy. It was irregular. The more I thought about it, though, the better it looked. I pulled my cell phone and pressed speed dial three."Yesteryear's Fancy, Ruth Dresdner speaking." Hey, big sister! You got a minute?" Oh, it's you. What's up?" You still looking for help?" Yes, sure. Why? Don't tell me you want me to hire. ‘Oh Business!’ said Ann as she rushed to a sideboard and took out the ringing cell phone. She looked at the display and took the call. She did not say a word, but was obviously being spoken to. The call lasted for a minute or so, at last Anne said, ‘I owe you,’ and closed the phone and put it back in the draw. Anne turned and faced me, ‘Joyce-Lynne that call was, in effect, for you, but the caller wants to remain anonymous. The caller thought that you would recognize the voice and there is a.