..it's a light bulb," she said calmly. "It's sort of like a kerosene lamp, except it doesn't use fire. These lamps run off electricity." What?" I aske...."Electricity. It's..." she sighed hard, "it's hard to explain. Let's just say it's much safer then the kerosene lamps your civilization uses. Now, let's get back to these dresses."Vickie and Terry both led me over to a rack of silk dresses and started pulling some out. They discarded several of them, but found a few they felt would look nice on. "My mother was only twenty-five years old when she died." He looked at Janie. "That's only a few years away for me, and a few more for you. I guess what I'm trying to say is that ... well, I don't know what I'm trying to say. We're still here. Life goes on. Okay?"Janie wiped a tear away and nodded."Then let's get out of here and go do something else." Like what?" It's a surprise."Ten minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot for the Veterans of Foreign Wars post. Carnival rides were being. Mom was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. Her back was to me and I stopped to admire the sight she gave me. For some reason she wasn't wearing her robe, only her baby-doll nightgown. Wow, I thought, she sure has nice legs. Next came the sight of her lightly covered buttocks and that was better than her legs. Fate stepped in and mom turned around forcing my jaw to smash my toes. The top of her baby-doll was almost totally shear and I'm talking why bother wearing it? Her breasts wiggled as she. Breaking every rule of propriety she had pounded into Chastity’s mind over 18 years of painstakingly enclosed upbringing. ‘The world out there was amok with temptation and sin!’ She had proclaimed. ‘Girls these days wearing as little as they could, to lure righteous men from the path and into their lurid wants.’Yet, here they both now stood. Naked under the emerging stars. Encircled by men they could not know the faces of and walls they could never hope to climb. The ‘Church of the Faceless.