“Hello Mrs Meyer,” I said deferentially, gee she was beautiful, her hair was lighter now, peroxide blonde not the light brown from when we were kids, and her dress was pulled in around that slim waist of hers and the shoulders was padded out and she looked just like some movie star hell she bought her clothes from the same Paris designers that supplied the Oakland or New York stores movie stars bought their stock from so she really ought to have looked like a movie star. Porn “Oh that’s so good,” she said, I felt real good until I realised she meant the food not me. “I’d like an Automobile.”
“Stocks son, some of mine cost a dollar a while back and they’re worth nigh on a thousand today.” he joked, “Now listen up, you pay your ma half your wage and you buy stocks with the other half, no smoking, no drinking, no women, no
