Bob chuckled to himself, feeling slightly smug. "He's taking one last big job and then he's coming home to Lavender to stay," he explained, "Of course... he's not REALLY retiring so much as taking a lighter work load. Joshua's gonna be one of Lavender's in-city couriers." One of three," commented Miranda, her eyes fluttering as she realized why her Uncle had reacted so favorably to her stepfather's gravy as she tried a bit of the roast he'd made."If you don't mind me asking," Misty inquired. ” I answered, still very cold towards her.“why, to go get a blow job?!” she snapped, instantly regretting it. “what?!?!” I said, turning to her, insulted and in shock. I expected her to apologize, or at least walk out, but instead she doubled down on her rash statement. “you haven’t spent any time with me in months, why?! Just so you could go get a bj from some little high school bitch who I guarantee doesn’t even do it that well!” she was just unloading on me now, probably not even hearing. I told myself it was the fair thing to do.I arrived in the area of her house at about 6:45. Ordinarily I would head directly for her house. Since she had to come home from work, then make herself ready for a dinner party, I knew better than to rush over.What I did was stop at a convenience store for gas in the Soul and bad coffee in me. I managed to kill enough time so that I would be fashionably late arriving at her home.When Maurine opened the door, I got my first look at her live. I’m sure. .. you go first." Brea brought me a black scarf which I tied around her head to cover her eyes. "Now, people can touch you anywhere they want to, and do whatever they want to do, and you have to guess who it is. You must stand still, and keep your arms at your side. You're not allowed to move your hands, arms, or feet. Only one person at a time can touch you, and when you guess who it is, they have to take your place and be blindfolded. Okay?" Everyone circled around Brea who was standing.