"Eight?" came the immediate reply."Thanks. Come for breakfast?" OK." Click.That's Greta, thought Angela. Never a superfluous word. She went to bed fe...ling much better. She had not noticed that contrary to her usual practice, she had not switched on either the radio or the TV all evening.Tuesday 3 February 2009Next morning she told her friend that she was leaving Gerard, and would she help clear her stuff out of his house. Greta asked why and Angela asked if they could talk about it when the. This was pure gold for me. “Wow this are those pantyhose you wore the night we had dinner. Are you sure you this is ok?” She smiled “Yes i'm sure. I knew you would like it. My panties are in there to from that night” I looked in the envelop again and sure enough there was her panties. My jaw dropped. “Wow thank you so much for this Karen this really means alot to me. Thank you” “You are very welcome Brian. But you know we can't keep doing this” I got kinda sad, but what was i expecting. She was. A couple of gold bugs that, given half a chance, would dig to China looking for El Dorado. They had the fever and had been working these hills for years. Usually, they made their grubstake during tourist season, posing with the shorts and sandal crowd. A bit of local flavor for the tourists to show off in their vacation slide show. I had also been known to front them the price of a cup of coffee and slice of pie. I’ve always felt that charity started at home. And sometimes these two needed the. -Story Time-I had been dating this older guy for a couple months when i was in my early twenties, he was maybe forty, bald and lean. Met him off of Oak Lawn Downtown. Usually he’d come over smash and dash, maybe dinner or chill for a minute. Never spent the night, always talking he had to work early but started telling me he loved me and i was the best thing that ever happened to him. I started bugging him about going to his place and making sure he wasnt homeless. Finally he has me come over.