She wasn't sure how the opera would have ended. She had hoped that she'd emerge out of the woods victorious and lay the witch's head upon Harry's tomb..... but there was also the ending, most un-operatic, where she underwent a costume change into an orange jumpsuit and spent the rest of her life in a dungeon. That would've sucked and she was just as glad she'd not had to find out which ending she would have gotten.But since last night, instead of worrying about such things an instant longer, she. I assumed that she must have had a fight with her boyfriend. It was nearly 2 am and the bars and clubs were just emptying out. She stood there looking helpless. She was dressed in a short, mid-thigh length denim skirt, pale bare legs. She was wearing black flats that reminded me of ballet shoes. Covered on top by a white winter coat that came down to a tight elastic band at the waist it was hard to tell what she looked like on top. However from the slender legs, hands and face I figured that. Some kid was driving. He slowed down and mentally undressed me as he went by."I remember thinking, these guys will be back to give me a hard time. To my surprise when they did, there were you in the middle looking out at me. I couldn't understand why you hadn't stopped to explain what was going on."My next thought was that you hadn't stopped because they had kidnapped you, horrible as that sounded. I started hiking then back to the kennel as fast as I could. It must have taken me ten or fifteen. Mom’s sister Joan was a top lawyer and made damn sure he left us fairly well off and with college funds for Jill and I. Truthfully, we very seldom went into the basement either, occasionally retrieving something for Mom and quickly running back upstairs.Next day Jill talked to Mom. She was all for the idea and went down with us to clean up any debris collected over the years. The basement was perfect for our uses. In the center was a day bed with a rubber sheet over it. There were six tie.