What you see is Dahlia and Dahlia only.’ ‘Fuck! You’re in a mess babe!’ Over the next few days it seemed that Helen had a complete change of h...art for Dahlia. Their friendship began to grow and Helen found her antipodean humour satisfying. Although the same age as Helen, Dahlia had a more child-like view on life which made her appear immature, but she knew her study well. The first thing that Helen had to do was find Dahlia a complete wardrobe of suitable clothing from the help of the Oxfam. " Now what would a nice girl like you know about that," Arnie cautiously teased."You might be surprised." Oh?"Just then the wine seemed to gallop up on Christy and overtake her. Suddenly she slipped from her uncle's grasp like a sandbag and fell back across the bed. When she landed, her bare legs dangled at the knees over the edge, her short skirt hiked far enough up her semi-parted thighs to expose the fact that she wore no panties."I'd, uh, better leave," Arnie nervously said.Recovering her. Tomorrow and you would've- had to wear- Mom's- sweats.” I finally got it up, but the button looked like it could go flying off at any moment. “You know, that looks dangerous,” she said, looking down at it. “Yeah...” I reluctantly agreed. “Alright. Plan B.” “What's that?” “I'm bigger than you. You wear my jeans.” “Okay,” she said. She gladly and hurriedly took off hers. I suppose it was probably squeezing her uncomfortably. I took mine off and she put mine on. “I guess I'll just wait here for. ”I shrugged and walked around the car to the passenger seat. He seemed somewhere between thirty and fifty, colorless, brittle. Like he’d just crumble away at any second.I fumbled my way in, sweeping a couple hamburger wrappers off the battered used-to-be leather seat, and keeping an eye out for any rats that might still be alive. From the smell, I suspected they’d died of black mold.Once I was in, he looked over at me with the slightly jittery eyes of a speed addict. “What do I call you?”Not.