Most of it was stuff I actually found exciting and would enjoy seeing it continue in some fashion. I still was unsure about what would come next with ...ohn, but I felt more excited than fearful about it... I finished what little work I had at four and headed home. I had been surprised not to get a call or message from John or Suzanne. I beat Suzanne home as usual... I checked around the house for signs of something happening — everything looked normal. I'd had some of those net stories about the. "Whereabouts are you? How much do you charge?" Near ghettotown Shantyville at 111 Fake Street and I charge $100 an hour." You can come any time you want.", she said. Unusual."Okay, see you soon!", he hung up the phone. Of course, her English was terrible, but she knew enough to do her business. She hadn't been in the country long.This is it, 111 Fake Street. He looked at the letterbox number and pulled in with his little metallic blue Mitsubishi Mirage. He parked up, got out of the car. ”Tina’s squeal of delight caused others at nearby tables to look at them. “We’re going to have a baby!” she announced.“Have you told Karen and Wendy your desire to have a baby with me?”“They’re all for it! Karen says they’ll have fun watching us making a baby. Imagine the fun all our kids will have growing up together.”“Or the fighting,” he joked. “I can picture the talk at your bank as you and Wendy show off your kids from the same father.”“And that same father will be you!” Tina was so happy,. Soon, Lilly, when on the back of the truck, would drop a bale on my head to tease, just for starters, because if she teased me enough it was totally embarrassing like I was just her slave available for picking on. I suppose I expected the bad boys to believe I wanted to be naked with a raw brand on my butt, an ID tattoo on my head plus being dirty and kind of beat up looking. There was no way they would ever take me seriously.It was time for a drink break and I got out of the cab planning to.