This town has no night life if you can’t go to a bar.”
“How big a mural?”
“Eight feet high all the way around the inside. XXX I’m sexually invisible.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Am I? Some days I wore next to nothing. You’re very attractive. What are you doing this summer?”
“Not much. I respect your opinion. When I came back, Martha gave the owner his key, and we left. Our colleges are an hour apart.”
She started getting undressed, so I did the same. Don’t bother packing a lunch. I’ll need you to tear down scaffolding when I’m done in one area and set it up for the next so I can keep moving. Shit!” she coughed, blowing out a cloud of smoke. You saved my butt.”
“Glad to do it. To you, anyway?”
“Not sure. whacky weed or grass, which was still very much a dirty Commie pinko radical thing way back then in our conservative little east coast town.
