Mann, I feel just awful."Ann told her, "Well, I am glad that there is no issue with the kids or the house. I know accidents happen, so don't worry, w... will be home in a few minutes."Ann took a deep breath of relief and told me that eveything seems to be OK. "The only problem now is that your big night has been wrecked." Well, things like this happen, I will be fine." I told her.A minute later Ann looked at me with a sly smile. I said, "What is that look about?"She kind of bit her lower lip. It bit her in the ass.Let’s begin at the beginning. I met Sarah when I went into her office when I was discharged from the military. I had served 8 years before I got really tired of the political bullshit about ‘Rules of Engagement’ and the corruption of the people we were supposed to help. I understand that it was as bad or worse throughout much of the Viet Nam war.Sarah was and is an employment specialist with the Unemployment Office. I went in to sign up for unemployment insurance benefits.. Some weeks later, Aaron received a vision. It was blurry and inconcise, but one thing got through: St. Athora. Researching the name got Aaron nothing in the way of an identity of this supposed saint. He did however find a mental asylum with the same name, a half hour drive away.Not wanting to disappoint Victoria's parents with false hope, Aaron decided to investigate the premises by himself first.Clouds had gathered as Aaron stepped out of his old Toyota, a dinged up vehicle barely deserving. After dinner, Felicia asked me if we had our talk. I said we did but Ashley made no promises. "She just said she'd try her best."There were weeks when Ashley and I hardly talked. That is when I was insanely jealous each time Ashley went out on a date. Felicia noticed and asked me what was wrong.My answer was, "I don't know, dear. I worry when Ashley is on a date, especially when she comes home late." She'll be okay, honey. I don't think her morals are being compromised. She's almost seventeen.