She noticed my eyes roving her body. “Well, we’re married but, well, let’s say he’s married to the farm and his business dealings. He doesn’... give me what I need. Not that he could even if he wanted to. He’s much older than me.” She smiled, pouring more wine and lifted the bottle up to me. “Want some.” “Sure, thanks. If I’m stranded I might as well take advantage of the situation,” I said, looking at her legs, slightly spread apart, her crotch gripped by the tight faded cut-offs then at her. Um... underwear or anything... because..." Bobby started to blush hotly.Quite matter-of-factly, Theresa said, smirking, "I doubt your mother wants a stranger wearing her underwear. I'm sure these will work just fine. Which way is the bathroom?" There's one down the hall there. On the left." Thanks." As she walked by him, Theresa stopped to give Bobby a quick and friendly kiss on the cheek. "You've really gone above and beyond, and I appreciate it." Then she disappeared down the hall.Left behind. "Actually, you know, it feels good to tell somebody about this." She tilted her head to look at my face. "It's been feeling like a turd stuck sideways." She put a soft smile on under sad eyes."Yeah, there's a little dark spot inside you, Marla. It seems to be fading."I spoke softly with much warmth. Her little face, framed by her hair, broke out in a bigger, more relaxed smile."Keep talking." Okay. After a minute he yanks my hair really hard and flips me onto my back. He grabs my ankles, jams. They said there’d be booze and other stuff there,” Cal replied, “I told them we weren’t interested and that our parents wouldn’t let us, but they were still trying to get us to go when you got back.”“Other stuff?” I asked.“I think they may have meant drugs,” Alison replied, “who’d be stupid enough to go to something like that, even assuming Mum would even have thought about letting us go.”“Ah well,” Cal said, “let’s just forget about them shall we?”We finished our ice creams, and played some.