“Jessie, here.” Karen was in a typing chair, and she rolled over to a file cabinet and pulled out a blank 1040. “Read the words right over the s...gnature line. You swore that you had read the return. That’s why I always show it to you and make you check it over.”Well, though Karen was a great accountant, she wouldn’t willingly go to her for marriage counseling. She looked at Stu and saw Wayne. Stu wasn’t like Wayne in any way that Jessie could see.Even if they were both a little controlling,. He left the track three times during his hilarious pursuit. Her mother had warned Renée several times to be sporting and allow other people to win and her daughter was appalled that the Baroness could recommend she do something so underhand. * * * It was a gloomy late afternoon in London when Rex pulled out of Diane and handed her a towel and he yelled to Renée they were ready for coffee. ‘I’d really like to screw that cocky bitch.’ ‘Well grab her when she comes in and I’ll go off and shower.’. Bower.Anita Bower lived across the street and she and her husband were friends of my family. They had always lived across the street and had known my father. Mr. Bower was your typical guy's guy, offer you a beer, played golf at the club, and drove a caddy. Mrs. Bower was anything but typical. She was in her late forties or very early fifties when we got to know each other well. She was from Belgium and had a very sexy accent. Mrs. Bower had blonde hair that she wore in a shaggy mane with the. I hid in the shadows at night, and when morning came I longed for the time would he would go to his job as a police officer. 'Honey, would you be able to go and get me some scotch and one of my pills? My body aches, and I need it.'I nodded my consent, and went into my room where mum hid her pills and alcohol. I prepared it all for her, and after I had delivered it I crawled into my bed and left mum to sleep on the couch. Sunlight hit my tired eyes, and my ears were wakened by the guttural sound.