His eyes met mine sending my heart into overdrive. ‘Pleasure meeting your acquaintance, mademoiselle,’ he said. ‘Let us show the ballroom,’ Da...dy said leading the way. A few hours later after tidying up my father’s office, he came back in a flaming bad mood with a bottle of whisky in his hand. He looked at me and yelled at me to get out and I scurried away quickly. Tears forming in my eyes. I heard voices coming from the ballroom so I quietly wen to the door and peeked in and saw the handsome. It proved to me that I needed a power boat for emergencies. The big question was where could I shelter it? I had plenty of propane to keep the generator running, as well as all I'd need for cooking and heating but the experience demonstrated to me how vulnerable I was. I could go perhaps six months without external support before I ran out of fuel, food or patience ... And booze .A phone call to my local civil contractor gave me a definite time frame for getting the road repaired. I spent the. I put the red bra on. I stepped into the red panties and pulled them up my leg. I put the garter around my waist. I sat on the bed and slowly put my thigh highs on. I attached them to the garter. I put the dress over my head. I then admired myself in my stand up mirror. I walked down the stairs to see my stepfather. “Ellen, you look fabulous. Are you ready to go?” “Yes, I’m ready. I hope you'll be satisfied with this fantasy evening.” My stepfather and I then got into his car, and we drove. ”“Then the existence of a god, of some kind, is, indeed, possible?”“No. The universe isn’t conscious or self-aware. It just is.”“And you know that, how?” Michelle asked. “You have proof? You can define and prove consciousness and self-awareness?”“Ladies,” I said. “We can go around in circles on this all afternoon. It’s my fault for going down that rabbit trail. Elizabeth, are you really completely and thoroughly existentialist?”“Yes.”“I take it you’ve read Kierkegaard?”“Yes, but I prefer.