Sunday, September 10, 2017



WASHINGTON — President Donald Trump ignored seething Republicans and made good on his deal with Democrats, signing legislation that links $15.3 billion in disaster aid to an increase in the U.S. borrowing limit.
The law is a first installment in replenishing depleted federal emergency coffers. Trump signed it Friday as Hurricane Irma approached Florida and as Texas picks up the pieces after the devastation of Harvey. All 90 votes in opposition were cast by Republicans, some of whom hissed and booed administration officials who went to Capitol Hill to defend the package.
Conservative Republicans were upset that Trump cut the disaster-and-debt deal with Democratic leaders with no offsetting budget cuts.
"You can't just keep borrowing money," said GOP Rep. Jeff Duncan of South Carolina. "We're going to be $22 trillion in debt."

The aid measure, which passed the House on a vote of 316-90, was the first injection of emergency money that could rival or exceed the $110 billion federal response after Hurricane Katrina in 2005, though future aid packages may be more difficult to pass. The legislation also finances the government through Dec. 8.
In a closed-door meeting before the vote, more than a dozen Republicans stood up and complained about Trump cutting a deal with Democratic leaders Chuck Schumer and Nancy Pelosi instead of GOP leaders trying to deliver on the president's agenda.
Budget chief Mick Mulvaney, a former tea party congressman from South Carolina who took a hard line against debt increases during his House tenure, and Treasury Secretary Steven Mnuchin faced a rough time in pleading for votes.

Mnuchin elicited hisses when he told the meeting of House Republicans "vote for the debt ceiling for me," said Rep. Mark Walker, R-N.C.
Republicans were in disbelief after Mnuchin argued that the debt ceiling shouldn't be a political issue in the future, said Rep. Mark Sanford, R-S.C.
Rep. Ryan Costello, R-Pa., described a surreal scene with Mnuchin, a former Democratic donor, and Mulvaney, who almost certainly would have opposed the very measure he was sent to pitch, pressing Republicans to rally around the legislation.
"It's kind of like 'Where am I? What's going on here?'" Costello said. "If it wasn't so serious it kind of would have been funny."
Mulvaney was booed when he stepped to the microphone, though lawmakers said it was good-natured. He defended the deal and Trump.
"It was absolutely the right thing to do," Mulvaney told reporters after the meeting. "The president is a results-driven person, and right now he wants to see results on Hurricane Harvey, Hurricane Irma and tax reform. He saw an opportunity to work with Democrats on this particular issue at this particular time."
But Mulvaney further upset Republicans when he wouldn't promise spending cuts as part of a future debt limit vote.

Trump on Wednesday had cut a deal with Sen. Schumer and Rep. Pelosi to increase the debt limit for three months, rather than the long-term approach preferred by the GOP leaders that would have resolved the issue through next year's midterms.
Conservatives disliked both options. Voting on the debt limit is politically toxic for Republicans, and the deal will make the GOP vote twice before next year's midterm elections.
Fiscal conservatives have clamored for deep cuts in spending in exchange for any increase in the government's borrowing authority. The storm relief measure had widespread support, but the linkage with the debt ceiling left many Republicans frustrated.
"Are we doing anything on fiscal sanity? No," said tea party Rep. Dave Brat, R-Va. "And so Mick (Mulvaney) came over today, the treasury secretary came over today, and we said, 'Do you have a plan for fiscal sanity going forward?' No. Crickets. So that's the frustration."
Democratic votes are invariably needed to increase the debt limit — and avert a potential market-quaking default on government obligations — and Schumer and Pelosi successfully pressed to waive the debt limit through Dec. 8. Democrats are cautious about working with Trump, but hold out hope for legislation on the budget, health care, and shielding young immigrants brought to this country illegally from deportation.
Moderate GOP Rep. Peter King, R-N.Y., said he's been encouraging Trump to find ways to work with Democrats. King attended a meeting in the White House on Thursday with lawmakers when the president asked him "how did I feel the bipartisan deal was going. Did I think it was good?" I said, "'Absolutely, we need more of it.' I said, 'You and Chuck. The two of you in the room. We can make some good deals.'"
By ANDREW TAYLOR, Associated Press

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Let me state for the record I have had no contact with anyone from the North Korean regime. I believe we should leave them alone as much as they’re swimming in sanctions. Adding more doesn’t cause them to blink. They posture all they want but no one considers them a threat. Those in the region set off a Bronx cheer with their usual wobble before crashing back to earth. Beat their chest all they want but no one wants war at their door. Americans want no part of regime change. Neither do the Chinese.

Trump believes military is answer to everything world wide. A blind to his domestic policy driven by White Nationalists which have bubbled up from the ooze to full frontal doings in Charlottesvile. His intent is to destroy political correctness and push civility out the door. He has no plan to govern. His plan is to throw a flash bang and shoot anything moving. What happens if some national tragedy happens and he has to do more than tweet?

I don’t believe he colluded with the Russians. What his lackeys tried to do he doesn’t have the creativity for it. Nor could he keep it to himself had he known. There is no need to discuss his lack of acumen with government when he expects those whose campaigns he paid for to do what they were paid to do. Enact his agenda.  Attempting to run the country like a business but we already knows he not good at that.


The distaste with Charlottesville and the like is brand new in this country. Though the Anti- fill in the blank group will be some how at fault. It is the method that the Republicans hate not the message. Most states are beholden to state constitutions and federal funds. They can scream progressive all they want but money talks. There will be more of these attacks. Consider open warfare in the streets. The outrage comes only because someone was killed in a very violent way. David Duke says it was the “Alt right” that elected Trump to office as if White Nationalists have a mandate. Speaking against them would be a betrayal. One could not help to notice the paramilitary display as a declaration of war. I could understand demonstration at the removal of a symbol of a cause. To each their demagogue. This is a case where the lone wolf did more harm than good to the cause. The “Alt right” reaction is that of a juvenile would a peer speak well of them. Peer in the Donald Trump would not denounce them. Setting these people free to see their dream of a white America realized. But he was elected and he is the President. As a man of color that scares me. As a man of color living in a thoroughly segregated city Charlottesville is the bellwether.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Considering myself a fair man in all things politics. I believe we should reign in government spending, upgrade military assets to keep us from being sitting ducks to every four hundred pound hacker. Keep our nose out of sovereign country’s business and or conflicts. By focusing on funding nuance sciences, mathematics and art, the United States becomes a very progressive country.
The cost of doing business is too costly as well the cost of doing anything else in this country. Lack of standard health care and education fuel division among the people. The United States exports prejudice unabashed and un-apologetic. At times they get things right. There is nothing wrong with a Conservative agenda as one that conserves the state for all who live within its confines. It is her duty and she’s given us the tools to do these things.
However, we have done nothing to ensure that all peoples survive. Fair wages and protection is what we need from our government not concern for party as they are equally destructive. Politics is local until it bubbles into a movement. Stadium full of battle flag waving. Suffer false prophet for the sake furthering separate and unequal.
There is nothing wrong with a Conservative agenda. You’re rewarded for your hard works, service to the people. Socially and fiscally responsible. Pro Choice. Upgrading our infrastructure. Being righteous to those who serve the country without blindly sending them to war because we’ve chosen to eschew diplomacy. War is personal. The survival of our friends from their neighbor obtaining a nuclear weapon. Making sure the people have food to eat without dumping the burden on charities. Take other countries to task that their people are starving. It is not for the US to feed the world but to act by example. Remove the hyphen from any Diaspora before American. Empower the people to succeed will weed out the lazy and criminal. With that comes a world view and see the world as one.
The destruction of our lands and resources in the name of capitalism is ignorant though in the name of independence is worth research. This is no liberal ideal. This is American. Her people are exceptional. Conservatism isn’t throwing people to the wolves as progressives seek to tax and tax and sit on their hands. Modern day abolitionists but of course their liberalism ends at their borders.
There’s nothing wrong with a Conservative administration. The autonomy of the Judiciary. The rule of law drives this country as the federal government is very efficient for a moderate country. Religion has its place until it’s spoken out. It is the speeches that ruin the banquet. I can certainly Monday morning quarter back things from a nondescript apartment in Chicago. More afraid of ICE agents than nuclear war heads on the head of ICBM’s. However there should be great level of diplomacy.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

It is six months into the new administration and with no signature legislation with the policy of throwing grenade at Obama’s legacy. They’re finding it not so easy. While Obama’s adopted home state just saved themselves from going down the rabbit hole of insolvency. Schools wondering whether or not they’ll open in the fall. Nationally there is no idea of independent thought in this administration just more people chasing their tails.

While the Donald and his family draw the ire of the world Mike Pence is the steward of his policy Whichever party is in the White House the discourse will eventually reverse the course of the earth. I kid. I kid. With an eye on local nickel and diming it is sometimes hard to keep up with national politics. The body politic is focused on all things Russia the Donald has set his trolls about dodging angry town hall meetings over an inane idea of repeal and replace the grand law of the land.

The Republicans with no plan of action but uproot and regress. Democrats their version of the party of no. Hilary Clinton as President would’ve had strong hand to foreign powers. There’d be no less hubbub over her old bones or whatever she’s hiding in her and Bills closet. Her foundation and her emails as Secretary of State. Yet Trump has not released his tax returns as all Presidents of the United States have done and suggest everything is fake news.

Democrats would try to fix Obama Care but left the foolish tax penalty in place. A woman President would be wonderful for this country but now she gets to do what she didn’t do during the election: do something for the future of the party. Starting with fixing the problems of the state she was born.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Cutting

            after Always Together, artist Vladamir Kush

We are a pair
of scissors.  Twin blades, coming
apart, moving together.  The perfect symbol
of union and disharmony.  We are sanctified
emblem of commonality.  A blessed union
of regression, progressing through life,
we cut our way through one day at a time.

I Could Love Him

if I knew how to let him breathe
inside my world.

if I could trust him to move
without my skin mimicking the motion,
without my name needing to be
tattooed across his lips.

if I wasn’t already drowning
in memories of past attempts,
held under by the weight of scars –
not all self-inflicted.



A Fleeting Thought After Re-Reading The Great Gatsby

All true love stories are tragedies, as
no beauty can exist without juxtaposition against the dark.
Does that make my loveless existence a comedy,
or simply the mirror’s shallow reflection
of lessons learned?

A.J. Huffman 

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Muscle Mom

The wind blew gently in the small central Illinois town. The fall weather swept away the warmth of summer and the town trees began to change color. The town had a small university, which was the major employer for the area. There were a few other small manufacturing companies and a small hospital, otherwise the remaining economy as minimum wage retail, fast food and the such. There was a major highway running east and west through town, most of the businesses were located along the road. Homes were north and south of the street. Although it was a place where no one would live richly, the town was safe, a good place to raise a family and perfect for it's 10,000 residents. There was a community pool, small bowling alley, 2 screen movie theater and a  golf course.

Sara drove the U-Haul off the Interstate and onto the exit ramp. She took the long curve slowly and straightened out the truck as the road turned dead east. "Seven more miles and we'll be there" she told her 7 year old son John. The pair was heading to a new life. A bitter divorce had made Sara much more guarded and cautious. Her son would always come first now. She had found the town years ago passing by to St. Louis. It was a perfect distance away from their troubles and still somewhat close to other family. As they were getting kicked out of their town home and needing a place to live, she thought back to this small town, and found a place to rent, on a quiet street, a small 3 bedroom ranch house. She had enough money for a few months of rent, but needed a job, quickly.

When her husband started to cheat on her, right after having John, Sara found sanctuary in the gym and through it bodybuilding. She struggled, but a few gym rats took her under their wing and she blossomed into a serious competitive bodybuilder. She drove the remaining miles into town, 30 years old, wise beyond her years. Her 5'2" height made people think she was a pushover, but under her usual baggy clothes were 142 pounds of rock hard, thick, lush muscle that every man would envy. Her brown eyes scanned the road ahead, her short dark hair tied in a very tiny ponytail behind her head blew in the cool breeze. She wore a baggy Gold's Gym sweatshirt, the only signs of her physique, her thick neck with chords of muscle showing and her very thick forearms sticking out below the half sleeves on the sweater.

 She looked over at John, who was sounds asleep. The truck pulled into town and she made the second left, to the north, onto her new street. A few more blocks and she pulled into the driveway of the small house. She turned the keys to off and sat in the truck, tired and ready for her new life. She pulled out a prepared back and backpack from the cabin and went inside to set up a sleeping place for the two of them. She then went back to the truck and scooped up her sleeping son and brought him inside. She would start unpacking the truck tomorrow.

Sara put her son down and tucked the sleeping bag over him, then she went and walked around the house, making sure it met her approval. She stepped into one of the small bedrooms and turned around to face a mirror left on the wall. She rolled up her right sleeve to the shoulder and shook her arm out. Her left wrist clasped around her right and she hit a side bicep pose. A huge rounded muscle formed on her arm, her forearm stretched with ease and her tricep popped off of the back. She smiled and rolled her sleeve back down. Now to get some sleep.

The cool fall morning felt great on Dan's bare shoulders. Even though it couldn't have been more that 55 degrees, he liked to run with his racing singlet. He always warmed up quickly enough, and felt like he was lighter on his feet with fewer clothes. Ten degrees warmer and he probably would run shirtless, but at this temperature he would feel a bit self conscious. Having shed about 20 pounds of beer and pizza weight that he'd put on in college, he was proud of his new physique. Four solid years of racing, and he was starting to look like a runner--skinny but powerful legs, hardly any body fat, and even an ok six pack if he flexed. He wished his arms were bigger, though. At work when he rolled up his sleeves, his forearms were skinner than most of his female colleagues. But with 5 runs a week, plus a swim and a bike ride, he didn't feel like he had time to lift weights, and anyway, big muscles would just slow him down.

Today was an interval day--2 miles to the track, then 800 meter repeats until he was ready to puke. He liked these high intensity days, because the didn't give him a chance to think about anything beyond his body. "You can do anything for 2 and a half minutes," was his mantra, echoing through his head as he rounded the track. If he started to reflect on his work, his weekend plans, his beloved Bears football, or the sorry state of his love life, he would immediately notice a drop in his split pace. "2.5 minutes, 2.5 minutes, 2.5 minutes....." until he'd completed 3 miles and was ready to go home. 

He felt pretty good on his workout, but as always, by the time he got to his cool down run home, he looked terrible. As he limped his way around the corner to his house, face red as a beet and drenched with sweat, he noticed a U-Haul in front of the house that had been empty for the last couple months. He saw that even the cab was stuffed full of things. He reflected how nice it was to be in a small town. When he was at school in Chicago, a truck like this would have been broken into 10 minutes after the sunset. But here you could leave your valuables on the street without worrying.

The truck was parked a couple houses down from Dan's, so when he passed it he decided it would be a good end point for his run, and started to walk. His mind had started to wander back to Chicago life, when he was startled by a garage door opening. He looked up, and in the driveway of the formerly vacant house stood a dark haired woman, seemingly a few years younger than him, staring out at the truck. His heart was still racing from his run, but he gave her a weak smile and a wave, and she flashed him a guarded smile in return. "New to the neighborhood?" he asked. "Yep," was her curt reply. "Um, my name is Dan, and, um, if you need any help unloading things later today let me know....I'm just down the street." "Thanks," she replied, "but I've got it." "Ok, well, uh, see you later," was the best Dan could muster.

God, he thought, as he made his way to his doorstep, I must have sounded like an idiot. She was pretty cute, too. Oh well, I'm sure she's married or has a boyfriend, just like every other reasonably attractive girl in this town. Time to hit the shower and get ready for work.

Sara watched the tall, thin man walk away. He appeared to he a seasoned runner. "Well at least someone in this town exercises" she smirked. John was still asleep so she decided to get to work immediately. This would be easy with the furniture already provided and in the house. She started with the boxes of clothes and kitchen stuff. She then rolled up the sleeves on her sweatshirt to her elbows and exposed her massive and thick forearms to the cool air. She began to unload her free weights and bars, then her weight bench all to go into the spare bedroom.

If anyone were watching her they would have been amazed at how easily she handled the entire load. At this point she was just piling items in the house wherever she could.

She finished with emptying the cab and gave it a quick wipe down.

John had awaken at this point and she made them bowls of oatmeal with berries and she drank from her gallon water container.

"Did you sleep good sweetie?" she asked him. "Yep" he said, chewing his meal.

She smiled and got out her computer and immediately began hunting job sites for a job.

As Dan was driving to work, he caught a glimpse of the new mystery woman on the block unpacking the rest of her truck. She was not dressed in the sexiest clothing, just an old sweatshirt and sweatpants. But when she reached up to close the back of the truck and her shirt rode up a little bit, he couldn't help but notice her belly. "Jesus, she is toned," thought Dan. "I'd kill for abs like that." As he watched her in the rear view he thought she glanced up at him, but he couldn't be sure.

He hadn't even seen her for a total of 2 minutes, but for some reason, this woman was on his mind all day at work. Dan had this tendency to fixate on women, inventing elaborate dialogues between them after only brief conversations. He knew this was unhealthy, but it helped pass the time while doing rote tasks at his job. And whenever he started to think about this particular woman, that brief flash of her lower abs kept popping into his mind.

He decided he had to approach her. But how? "I guess I could bring over a pie or something, to welcome her to the neighborhood" he thought, but decided immediately it would be too cheesy. "Or ask her out for a drink....but that would be too creepy." Pretty soon the day had passed, and he'd gotten little accomplished beyond constructing a fantasy conversation with a woman he knew nothing about. On the way home he drove extra slowly past her house, hoping for an opportunity to say something to her, but there was no sign of life on the whole block. As he opened his door he glanced back one more time to her house and thought, "tomorrow....

Sara scurried several websites that morning, including the local chamber of commerce website for jobs. There weren't many openings at all, fewer that she was qualified to do. One office job doing clerical work, a few retail jobs at the mall, suprisingly which most were full time, so she could get benefits. She went online to the store sites and was unable to find applications online, so she changed into a nice pair of pants and a long sleeve blouse and explained to John where they were  going and the behavour expected from him.

Hours later and five applications later, Sara came to her last stop at the mall. The Sears store was looking for a general sales clerk. She sighed and finished the application. She handed it to a worker who asked her to wait. A manager came out and shook her hand. "Hi" he said, admiring her strong grip. "Let's have a seat over here and talk". She motioned for John to go watch the large tv's as she talked to the manager for 20 minutes. She walked out to her car with John with a full time sales job. It paid just enough and provided insurance. She felt like she had a minor victory.

The alarm clock startled Dan out of his dreams at 5:15 am. The sun was just barely out, but he wanted to get in a long run to clear his head this morning. As he passed her house, he noticed that a light was on. "I wonder if she left it on last night for security, or is she a really early riser?" he thought, as his quickened his pace. An hour and a half later he came cruising back down the street, and his heart quickened a bit when he saw her outside the house, arranging some things in the yard.

"Up early today?" he asked. "Yeah, just trying to get settled," came her reply, a little friendlier than their first interaction. "I didn't catch your name the other day...I'm Dan, in case you forgot." "I'm Sara," she replied, "and I didn't forget your name." "Good, I'm glad I made an impression," he said. "I'm just good with names," was her ambiguous response.

"Well, it looks like you got your stuff unloaded without my help, but I do still want to welcome you to the neighborhood," he said. "How about coming over this weekend and we can grill in my backyard?" he suggested, feeling both bold and extremely nervous at the same time. She paused for a moment, before flashing a quick smile and saying, "that would be nice...I hope it's ok if I bring my son...he's 7." "Of course...let's say Saturday around 3:00"

"That sounds great, 3:00 it is" she smiled at him. He was again disappointed by her choice in clothes, it was cool out but she again was wearing a gym sweatsuit. She appeared a bit chubby to him, but honestly it didn't matter to him.

She had a very cute face and he loved the little ponytail she always wore.

"Can we bring anything to the cookout?" she asked him.

"Any side dish would be fine" he said.

"Consider it done". They said goodbye and Dan walked into his house and peeked out his window, watching her clean up her yard some more. Something about her, he thought.

He didn't normally get nervous about spending time with women, but for some reason, as Saturday approached he couldn't stop thinking about seeing Sara and her son. He wasn't the best with kids, and while it didn't bother him at all that she was a mom, he wasn't sure how things would play out on Saturday. He was picturing the two of them sipping wine on his back patio, and having her son there might complicate things.

At least he was confident in his cooking. He had developed a taste for great food while living in Chicago, and after moving back to a small town he had to figure out how to make pretty much anything that wasn't available at Olive Garden or Red Lobster. For the cookout he thought he'd grill a salmon fillet on a cedar plank... it was easy enough that he wouldn't look flustered, but fancy enough that it would hopefully impress her. And it always came out great. In case her son doesn't like fish, he'd bought some hotdogs too.

Saturday morning he was up at dawn, even though he didn't have a workout scheduled. He thought back to his college days, when the only time he'd see the sunrise was at the end of a long night. He didn't exactly miss those days, but he was still always a little surprised when he was ready to rock by 6 am, without even setting an alarm. He'd done his shopping on Friday, so he had pretty much all day to kill waiting for them to come over. As he checked himself out in his bedroom mirror, wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs, he thought back to that glimpse of her abs that he caught the other day. Impulsively, he got down onto his floor and did 100 quick crunches. Then, feeling a little sheepish, he hopped into his shower.

Sara arranged for a babysitter previously, an elderly lady down the street who would watch John for a set amount of money. Saturday was her first day of work, 7am till 2. Then the cookout. A busy day, but something she was looking forward to. Her life. She awoke at five and did a heavy workout for an hour. She then showered and dressed, a long conservative dress for her first day of work. Her thick neck was clearly evident as where her large forearms.

She smiled and admired them, then went to wake up her son. She quickly go him off to the sitter and drove to work.

By 2:30 pm everything was ready. Dan had prepped the food, chilled some wine and some soft drinks, got the coals started, and made the house look reasonably welcoming. He took a quick shower and got dressed. It was a perfect fall afternoon, not too chilly. He wore a charcoal, fitted v-neck t-shirt and his nicest pair of  dark blue jeans

He went back to the deck to check on the coals, and they looked perfect. The fish takes about 45 minutes, he thought, so if I put in on now the place should smell great when the get here. As he finished the preparations he realized it had been a long time since a woman had been in his house. He'd been on a few dates over the past couple of months, but he wasn't the kind of guy to just bring anyone home, and he hadn't had a serious relationship for over a year. It felt good to actually worry about what someone would think about his house. Just as he was hanging up the jacket he'd left on his couch, he saw her door open across the street. His heart jumped a bit, but he quickly calmed himself, poured a glass of wine, and went back to the deck to put on his best nonchalant vibe. 

Sara got out of the shower, yelled to John to make sure he had put on the clothes she had laid out, and dried herself off. Her massive quads flexed as she walked across her room. She tied her wet, dark hair back in a ponytail as she went through her closet for what to wear.

She had ideas of wearing something that showed offe her body, but decided to cover up a bit since it was cool out. She picked out a light blue dress that was made of a very thin fabric, yet it covered her entire length down to her ankles. The sleeves were a bit loose, but her large muscles stretched the fabric slightly. The sleeves on the dress came down to her wrists. With her shape, she still made it look very curvy, one of the benefits of bodybuilding she smiled.

She grabbed the fruit tray she had made, "Let's go John".

In no time the doorbell rang. Dan set down his wine and opened the door. He was caught off guard for a moment when he saw Sara. Until now he'd only seen her in baggy sweat clothes. Today she had on a dress that, while not particularly revealing, still showed off a bit of her figure. Just from her neckline, and the way the dress hung off her shoulders, he could tell she was extremely fit. She wasn't wearing much makeup or anything, but was fresh out of the shower and had a glow to her. He was immediately attracted to her, not so many anything in particular about her appearance, but rather the confidence she exuded at his doorstep. He caught himself smiling for too long, said, "you sure clean up nice!", and invited her and John in.

"What can I get you?" he asked. "Just a water for now," was Sara's reply. "And I'll have a coke," John burst out, but Sara quickly changed his order to juice and instructed him to use his manners when asking for something.

"The food will be ready in about half an hour, but there are some snacks outside and we can go hang out on the patio or in the yard," said Dan. "John, I've got a soccer ball we could kick around, or a Frisbee to toss, if you're interested." As Dan opened the back door for his guests, he couldn't help but check out how Sara's figured filled out her dress as she walked past. More than just fit, this girl looked powerful, from her legs up to her neck. Again he caught himself staring a second too long, but he was sure neither of them noticed.


Sara walked by Dan and into his well manicured backyard. She noticed a large garden on the far end of the property and a huge smile crept on her face. "That's yours?" she asked pointing to the garden.

"Oh, that, yes it is" he said, realizing that she was interested in it. She turned her neck to see him, large chords of muscle in her neck stretched as she smiled.

"Can I go look at it?" she asked.

"Of course" he replied, as John went to kick the ball around the yard.

He stayed a few steps behind her and watched as her thick body seemed to have her dress resting on top of it.

Sara O