As we were near my home I told her that her hostel is still 15 km away. I would be out of fuel when I drive back. She said, “Obviously petrol pumps ...ould be closed now. So you drop me here. I will manage.”I asked her if she would be ok if I drop my car at home and drop her on my bike. She said not a problem. She asked me if my family would not be disturbed. I said they are away on vacation and I am alone so not a problem. She asked me enjoying bachelor life.I said nothing much to enjoy just. But I was wrong. Weena wanted to prepare a bit, but to relax more. So we decided to drive south on Sunday, perhaps as far as Margaret River ... though that would mean about seven hours on the road. In actuality, we only got as far as Bunbury.Weena wanted to go down the Old Coast Road, so we bypassed Fremantle and Rockingham (which are on the coast), but went through Golden Bay and Madora Bay and Wannanup and other places I'd never heard of. South of Parkfield the road veered inland around the. ‘Ria, I don’t… see any wings?’ ‘They stretch out when I need them,’ I said. ‘OK,’ he said, nodding slowly. ‘I think you were right, that’s about as much as I can deal with right now.’ He thought for a moment. ‘So can we go back to the ‘why’ – did you know I was going to be in danger?’ ‘Not exactly – but there’s always a purpose when one of us is sent.’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘I suppose I should have realised it wasn’t just you. When you say, sent?’ ‘I’m not really supposed to talk about that. With Dr. Jacob's help and many co-conspirators, the reverse was true. They placed the victim on trial with the parents being culpable and responsible. The spotlight was more a stage light with the victim's crotch in the center.On the way back to L.A., Karen and Bob Winslow should have been driving separate cars carrying other people's children--boys with Bob, girls with Karen. Instead, Karen gave over her car to Sister Melody and rode with Bob and the boys, scrunched up next to Bob with two.