10/13/2003

2003-10-13 - 4:52 p.m.

The call came around 5:00 pm on Saturday "...can I take a look? I'm right outside." I hate that aspect of the cell phone age. I was in my boxers and felt violated, like someone stalking me.

"Uh, give me a minute. I'll be right out." Jeans in the wash, sweat pants missing, Jane holds up shorts; "Here". Dress dress dress and shoes not tied "where's the key"?! Right where I left it - almost.

So outside I explained the strengths and weaknesses to the stalker who smiled a yellow grin sporting three of the finest teeth this side of the unemployment line. He asked if I would take a hundred bucks and I said yes and that was that.

I noticed Vicky gone from her resting place yesterday evening and felt a little sad. I hope he's nice to her, at least parts of her.