Her answer brought more questions to his mind but he held off asking them. He shrugged when she declined his offer to walk her home but a smile still graced his lips as they exchanged items. This wasn't the time to press her since he wanted her to start to like him. Besides, he figured he would be going to prison for murder if he happened to see his worthless father today. Tossing the jacket over one shoulder, he nodded at her and continued walking to the library. A happy whistle signaled his departure. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, he thought.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>Richard Thurston tipped his half empty bottle up and swallowed a large amount of beer into his wide gut. Beer bottles littered the floor since he hadn't been able to find work today. The stupid little slut hadn't done her job in finding him something to do today. Why should he waste all of his time calling people and asking if they needed something done? She didn't have anything important to do each night after dinner was cooked and the house cleaned. With a loud belch, he scratched his crotch as he glanced at the clock. Where was the damn bitch anyway, he wondered. He would have to slap her around some to make sure she didn't drag her feet walking her skanky ass home, trying to lull some poor bastard into her clutches.<br/><br/>